Adam (7 Brides for 7 Soldiers Book 2) by Roxanne St. Claire

Author:Roxanne St. Claire [St. Claire, Roxanne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: South Street Publishing
Published: 2017-10-30T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

“Adam?” Jane tapped on the boathouse door at eight a.m., ready to start the day. She’d slept remarkably well after crawling under the covers of Adam’s bed and had awakened with a plan to head straight to the woman named Hildie who kept all the town memorabilia. “Are you awake?”

After a moment, he opened the door and stared down at her with sleepy, sexy blue eyes. His sun-tipped hair was tousled, and scruff the color of whiskey had grown on his cheeks and jaw overnight. He wore…little. She stole a look at the cuts and slopes of a magnificent chest and the gorgeous symmetry of well-defined abs. The boxers hung low, showing more muscles, veins, and a golden-brown trail of hair.

She looked up, trying to swallow. “Good morning.”

“What time is it?” he asked, blinking as if the cloudy skies were shining a klieg light on him.

“Time to visit Hildie Fontana. Can you take me to her?” She slipped by him to enter, trying to ignore how warm his skin was when they brushed. Then her eyes fell on the bunk bed in the middle of the room, made of black metal rails that looked exactly like…like something from a jail cell. “Oh, Adam. It’s hideous.”

He muttered what sounded like a really dark curse, marching around her and stabbing his fingers in his hair and drawing it back, which only made it messier. “Thank you.”

“No, I’m sorry, but what were you thinking? Black? Iron? Do they all get orange jumpsuits for pajamas?”

“It was on sale and in stock, and you weren’t there to help pick something that sang to me to make sure the loft has a voice.”

She smiled at the tease and went to the bed, running her hand over the rails. “Can you return it?”

He came right up to her, bare chest, boxers and all. “Are you out of your mind? It took me five hours to assemble the thing. The instructions were in Chinese.”

“You should have called me,” she said, fighting the urge to let her gaze drop over his chiseled torso for another leisurely look.

“You read Chinese?”

“I would never have let you assemble this. And I would have…” She lost the battle and looked. “Yeah, okay.” She stepped back and turned to the bed. “I don’t know what I’ll do with that, I mean, this.”

When he didn’t answer, she glanced at him, catching the sly smile. “So how’d you sleep…Jane?”

She narrowed her eyes. “Jadyn,” she corrected.

“Not when we’re alone.” He crossed his arms, which just bunched his biceps and distracted her.

“I slept fine. In your bed, if you don’t mind.”

He flicked a brow with interest. “I mind that I missed that.”

She walked around the bed and made a show of examining it. “We could probably do something military. You know, camo comforter, maybe.”

“Sure. Wrap the bastard in flag bunting if you want, but don’t make me disassemble it.”

She lifted the sleeping bag to reveal the hard metal rims that should hold a mattress. “Did you really sleep here?”

“Depends on how you define sleep.

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