Sean followed Evie’s little white Jetta down the hill to a Craftsman-style bungalow not far from the McGraw home. Evie had him tied up in knots. First that out-of-left-field kiss had blown him away. Then her moonlight apology had just about ripped his heart out. And now she’d invited him into her home.
Something told him things like this didn’t happen very often. From what he’d seen, Evie had some pretty solid self-protective walls in place. She’d shot down his earlier dinner invitation pretty hard. But he couldn’t help imagining all the things that could happen between them. More of that kissing, for instance. Or the things that came after kissing.
At the base, when he’d made that c***k about the cots, she hadn’t gotten offended or kneed him in the balls. But since she’d just come from
