Chapter Twelve
Kate wasn’t quite prepared for the high-octane impact of Darius at her door first thing in the morning. In a heathery-brown hand-knit sweater, with his sweatpants molding to the hard muscles of his thighs, he was just…a lot. A lot of man. A lot of gleaming silver-blue eyes and husky shoulders and thick, mussed hair.
Given her two years without s*x, shouldn’t she be renting to someone a little lighter on the testosterone?
She sighed and tamped down her automatic reaction to him. “Good morning. You’re up early.”
“It’s not really that early. I’m surprised you aren’t at the farm already.”
“I was up late.” No need to tell him that her sleeplessness was partly his fault. “What’s up? Urgent landlady business?”
“Not exactly. I had a visitor this morning.”
“There’s a lot of
