"Watch it, Hart," she whispered in his ear, "I know your weakness."
"You—naked?" he whispered back.
She choked on the sip of tea she had just taken and shot him a look that promised retribution.
Garrett ate his steak, glancing at his house. The kids had done a top-notch job cleaning it.
If he stayed, he would have to begin repairs. And he needed to get paint. He'd ask Natalie what color she liked best. Garrett paused. What the hell was he thinking? He had decided to leave, right? No, a little voice chastised him, you promised Natalie that you would try.
