I’d prepped myself mentally, but the second I actually lifted Sean’s shirt and saw his body, my heart still trembled on instinct—and heat rushed straight to the tips of my ears.

I was sure my face was bright red.

I had to admit it. Sean’s physique was ridiculously good. The kind you only see in comics. Eight-pack abs, sharp and obvious, the unmistakable look of someone who’d been training for years.

And I wasn’t a nun. Looking at a body that ...