Caris emerged from the hall in a pair of pyjama shorts, a t-shirt and her hair tied up in a ponytail and the biggest fuzziest pair of slippers she’d ever worn in her life. How Malachi Blackwood had known her clothing sizes down to her underwear and bra were beyond her. He had included hair ties and even a change of clothes for morning. She had stopped digging through the bag once she’d found the slippers.
She found him stoking a fire and lifted her eyebrows in surprise, “it got warm in here fast.”
“It did,” he grinned as he turned around wearing only the undershirt he’d had on beneath his dress shirt along with his dark trousers. He reached his hand out for the red dress. “You sure you want to burn it? You look f*****g incredible in it.”
“If there was a way to burn something twice, I’d
