"I don't think I like that look on your face," Noah said, easing back into bed beside her and pulling her against his side.

Randi leaned against him, sliding her hand across the hard plane of his abs, hoping the contact would ease the tension gathering in her body again.

"What's up, babe?" His fingers danced idly up and down her arm. "I can smell something brewing in your brain." Suddenly his fingers stilled. "Wait. You're not still thinking of taking that job, are ...