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Laura didn’t trust the sly grin on the fox’s face. As a lawyer, Gerald took arguments on a circular level of logic that often had him convincing others he was right and they were wrong before they finished talking. But as an animal, he took shifty to a whole new level.
Right now, with that sweet little fox face, he stared at her as if he knew something she didn’t. And she sure hoped it wasn’t the fact that she couldn’t find her bra. To compensate, she’d put a tee-shirt on under her sweatshirt, praying it masked her lack.
“I don’t trust that look, just so you know.”
He shocked her by shifting back into a man right in front of her.
A very naked man.
“Gerald.”
“Sorry. My clothes are over there.” He pointed beyond her but made no move to change.
“So go put them on!”
“Right. Okay.” He took his sweet ass time. And by sweet ass, she meant his.
Holy moly, but that man had been put together in the best way.
“Are we still reading?” he asked, now covered up.
“Um, yeah.” Honestly, she’d been reading the same passage in her horror novel over and over while waiting for him to return. Now that he was back, she knew she’d have trouble focusing on the pages when her mind refused to stop remembering how good he looked naked.
“Sounds good. Any more of that hot cocoa?”
“We have a ton of it. Bears like chocolate.”
“So I’ve heard.”
She watched him sit near her on the couch. “Oh, so you want me to make you a cup?”
“If you’re offering.” The smile that accompanied his sweet words put her immediately on edge. Oh yeah. He was up to something.
Needing some distance, she decided to fix them both mugs of hot chocolate and returned to plant one on the coffee table. The other she took to the main table, where she sat and tried to read with no luck.
He plopped down next to her and nearly gave her a heart attack. “I can’t concentrate.”
“We need to put a bell on you,” she mumbled, a hand over her racing heart. “Why can’t you concentrate?”
“I don’t know. But I’m bored.”
Truth to tell, so was she. “A game then?”
He lit up. “Mind if I choose the first one?”
“First?”
“I doubt we’ll be happy playing six hours of Clue.”
“Good point.”
She figured she might as well occupy her mind with games instead of sexual thoughts about Gerald.
He returned with a few board games. They started with Sorry. A game about decimating one’s opponents in hopes of getting all markers back to the home base first. They each took two colors to play with since it was a four-person game.
“Hey, you should use that roll to advance. You don’t have to send me back to start,” she complained.
“Ah, but I do. I play to win.”
