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lips shut. Amused, he dropped his jeans and T-shirt to the floor then pulled on his briefs, kicking the towel aside. He saw no need to actually walk all the way down the hall to cover what she’d already seen. He put on his jeans.
    “Done. You can open your eyes now, Chicken Little.”
    They popped open suspiciously. “Where’s your shirt?”
    “I’m not putting that back on. It smells like day-old sweat.”
    Her look of horror made him laugh out loud. He didn’t know how she was capable of looking prissy and sexy at the same time, but she was pulling it off. And he was having more fun than he’d had in months.

Chapter Two
    Sheri Green hadn’t been this shocked and horrified since she had walked in on her parents’ inflagrante delecto on the kitchen table.
    Actually, that was a complete and total lie. Seeing her parents had been truly horrifying. What was horrifying now was not seeing Luke naked, it was her reaction to it. Never in her twenty-eight years of life had she been so irrationally aroused by a man who was all wrong for her. She’d never even had teen crushes on bad boys, but now she couldn’t get Luke Weiss out of her head. It was like she was making up for lost time.
    She hadn’t expected anyone to be in the house. Certainly not Angel’s disreputable brother. Well, Angel claimed he was a good guy, but given that he looked like he belonged in a heavy metal band, she wasn’t buying it.
    He was dangerous. He was a big old-fashioned bully who used his good looks and scruffy appearance to intimidate everyone around him. He was doing it now.
    Dropping his towel had not been an accident. Sheri’s cheeks grew warm. If only she hadn’t looked . That had been a grave error in judgment. Now she knew the horrifying truth. Luke had no problems in the size department. None whatsoever.
    And that largeness had been all for her, a part of her brain yelled gleefully. The slutty part. The other more rational side pointed out that the man was a pig, and that a cool breeze probably served as a turn-on. She also knew enough to know that men suffered from that whole morning erection mystery.
    She wished it were for her. Which meant she had to get the heck out of this house before she did something stupid, like smile at him.
    Find the cat. Get out. She took a deep breath. “Have you seen Mookie at all since you got here?”
    “No.” He scratched his chest again.
    She wished he would just knock it off. He couldn’t possibly know that the simple act of brushing his fingernails across that firm, well-developed, warm chest was causing her knees to quiver. Not that she knew if his chest was warm. It just looked like it. The man needed a shirt. She was tempted to rip hers off and give it to him. Anything to cover that golden skin.
    To make it even worse, she was equal parts fascinated and horrified to see that he had a tattoo on his chest, right above his pectoral muscle. It looked like a sunburst that had been torn apart with an atomic bomb, a shattered explosion, with lots of detailing and shading in bold black ink. It rippled when he moved his arms. He also had a sleeve with colorful and intricate imagery on one arm that she couldn’t decipher without staring. She’d never understood the lure of tattoos, but on Luke… Have mercy .
    Where else did he have them? His calf, probably. His back, shoulders? She wanted to explore each and every one of them. With her tongue.
    She tried to focus. “Not at all? When did you get here?”
    “Yesterday about four o’clock. No cat.”
    This was horrible. Angel was a good friend. She had trusted her with her one and only pet, and Sheri had lost him. She jammed her fingers into her now throbbing temples. The day was going from bad to worse. She was supposed to just feed the cat, give him fresh water, play with him a little. Instead, she was standing here with a half-naked bad boy, no cat in sight, and a serious case of confusion.
    Luke appalled her. Yet she was wishing he would