She asked, “Did you check into a motel?”
“Not yet. Why?”
“Because I have a spare bedroom. You’re welcome to sleep here tonight if you’d like. If I’m going to be spending time at your house, it only seems fair.”
His eyes locked on hers. “Are you sure you want a houseguest on such short notice?”
Trying to lighten the atmosphere a bit, she smiled. “I was a Girl Scout. I’m always prepared. I have extra towels, a new bar of soap and clean sheets on the guest room bed. Your staying will be no trouble at all.”
Yet as she noticed the intensity in his dark eyes, the beard stubble lining his jaw, the lines around his mouth and his taut, nicely shaped lips, she suddenly realized inviting him to stay the night could cause her trouble with a capital T.
Her heart sped up while she waited for his answer, and she didn’t know whether to hope he’d accept her offer or leave for a motel!
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