Trixie had lied. The truth was she had gotten a quick glimpse of Mac’s naked form—or at least his upper half, just enough for a tease. She hadn’t been deliberately spying, of course. That would be rude.
But if a girl made it to the top of an extension ladder, then glanced over to see what all the chatter was about, who could blame her if she just happened to get an eyeful of a stunning hunk of naked, wet man? The gutter cut off her view at about his waist, and if she leaned farther to correct that, she would have wound up on the ground.
She knew that because her curiosity had ruled for one nearly fateful moment and she’d craned her neck and tilted just a bit to the right. One moment with one of the ladder’s feet in the air was enough to bring her to her senses. Spying on someone taking a
