"I didn't mean to interrupt. . ." She waved her hands down the length of his body, her gaze following the motion and lingering on the spot where the towel was secured around his waist.

Yeah, she was totally checking him out. He grinned. "You didn't," he said with a small shrug. "I'm finished."

She lifted her gaze up to meet his. Undeniable longing sizzled between them, and his heart raced. No way in hell she couldn't feel that. Yet, she seemed able to ignore it so ...