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I’ll bet all the rooms have two tables. That’s it. I’m going to be the only naked person in here. Perfect!
Her racing heart didn’t buy the inner monologue.
There was no way out of this. She looked down at her enormous footwear. Fat chance for a quick getaway. There was probably a good reason she’d never seen anyone run in diving flippers. Besides, she was such a klutz, just walking often turned into a disaster for her. Kevin could certainly vouch for that—he’d already caught her twice.
Poor Kevin.
She couldn’t walk out on him. He was here because of her. She just needed to put on her big-girl pants and deal with this. The irony that she wasn’t wearinganypants at the moment wasn’t lost on her.
Just get under the sheet before he gets in here. How hard can that be?
She blew out a breath and steeled herself for the moment, ready to rip off the robe, hang it on the hook, and get on that table fast enough to cover her bits and pieces before Kevin came in. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy.
She yanked the absurdly long terrycloth belt on the robe and spun toward the wall of hooks—that also happened to be the wall with the door. Of course, she saw none of that because she smacked face-first into a different kind of wall—one just as hard but much smoother than bricks. Because it was skin.
“Oof,” said the wall of muscle. And because Josie hadn’t been properly humiliated, her sandals said,Hold my beer.Her feet shot in opposite directions, and down she went.
Eight. That’s how many abdominal ridges Kevin had. How did she know? Well, she got to count them as the side of her face skittered down his body, bumping along each muscular ridge until she stopped right as her face met his belly button. Or to be more accurate, his Adonis belt.
Praise heaven above, he still had his boxers on.
Kevin pulled her up from beneath her armpits, treating her to the muscular journey she’d taken in reverse. Her legs pulled together, and she stood upright in front of him with little effort on his part. He’d been packing atonof muscle under those giant puffer vests he wore, and also, the spa floor was apparently made of ice. That was the only explanation for what had transpired in the past fifteen seconds.Fifteen, one less than the number of abs Kevin McCann has.Her brain really needed to chill on the math lesson.
“You’re half-naked. Three-quarters naked,” she blurted because her brain was trying to see how much more awkward it could make the moment. Why was she spouting off fraction facts? She didn’t even like math class when she was in school. Maybe if instead of fake pie pieces, Miss Northway had used pictures of Kev—
Stop it!
“I… uh… okay… we’re getting a massage, so yeah.”
He seemed just as tongue-tied as she was. Oh dear! Had she flashed him? She peeked down at her robe, and she’d never been so thankful for the knotting skills she didn’t know she had. Everything was still covered. The robe had done its job.
“Where is your robe?” She stole another glance at his body. He’d spent an entire week shirtless with her at the beach as teens, but he’d grown about fifty new muscles since the last time she’d seen him this scantily clothed. Impossible, of course. People didn’tgrow new muscles, but her brain was too busy categorizing each ridge and peak of his chest to care about impossibilities in biology.
Stop looking directly at the man’s pectorals.
Her eyes trained themselves on his hand still holding hers, and she foolishly looked at his forearms. So thick, so corded…
Yeah, maybe don’t look at his forearms, either.
“Funny thing—I think there may have been a mix-up.” He tugged at the sleeve of her robe, so long the tips of her fingers barely showed. “My robe was the length of a blazer, and don’t even get me started on how not even close it came to meeting in the middle.”
Her eyes homed in on the expanse of his wide chest and shoulders.
Yeah, Kevin, please don’t get started on that.
“Okay—well, why don’t you get your head in the hole, and I’ll start disrobing.” She mentally face-palmed herself.
Way to make this even more awkward.
Kevin’s cheeks reddened to the shade of the holly berries on the garland that framed the doorway, but Josie’s cheeks—they burned hotter than fire.
“What’s wrong, Jojo?” he asked, lifting her chin to meet his face. His thick-lashed eyes rounded, and she breathed her first full breath since she’d plastered her face to his body.
“I’m sorry. I thought this was just a regular massage. I didn’t invite you to this so I could sneakily get you naked in the same room as me.” She curled her hands around her middle and stroked the soft robe with her fingertips.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m not the least bit uncomfortable.”
“You’re not?”
