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make sure there’s nothing that’ll screw up the groomer going through. You?”
She sighed. “Mom made me sprinkle some freshener stuff on the guest mattresses. Now I have to go vacuum it all up.”
“Have fun with that.”
“I hate you.”
On his way out, he said, “Oh, and don’t forget it’s your turn to make supper tonight.”
He jerked the door closed just in time to hear the pen bounce off the window.
In the barn, he started his four-wheeler to let it warm up. It was cold enough that the wheels wouldn’t dig up the snow too badly and he didn’t want to use his sled until the trail was groomed, because getting stuck sucked. After gassing up the chain saw, he locked it into the bracket on his ATV and swapped his around-the-house work coat for his good snowmobile coat. A few hours of trail work would put his head right.
He was right about that. It helped put his head right, but it wiped out his body so he ended up napping on the couch after dinner. He managed to sleep through whatever shows Rosie and Katie were watching and the news, which was how he found himself unable to sleep when he actually went to bed.
A little after midnight, he gave up and went down to the kitchen. Midnight snacks of the fresh-baked variety were sadly lacking, but he grabbed a couple of the brownies Katie had baked and set them on a napkin so he could grab some milk.
The first bite surprised him. Katie wasn’t in the running for Queen of the Bake Fair, but they’d come out better than he’d expected. Better than store-bought, anyway. He decided a third would fill his belly enough to help him sleep, or at the very least keep him from lying in bed wishing he’d had a third brownie.
After rinsing his glass, he crumpled his napkin and shot it into the trash basket, Kevin Garnett-style.
“Two points.”
Josh whirled, barely biting back a yelp of surprise. There, in the kitchen doorway, was Katie.
And, holy shit, Katie was…hot.
Not just hot, but smoking hot. Her hair was down, and she had on a white tank top and some flimsy shorts that looked a lot like boxers. And nothing else.
“Surprised the Celtics haven’t called you yet,” she said, and then she went to the fridge and started rummaging around.
Katie had a great ass.
Josh stood there, staring like an idiot. Had Katie always had a great ass? And her legs. Jesus, they went on forever, all long and toned and perfect for wrapping around…
He was losing his mind. This was Katie. His friend. His best buddy. His pal.
Except looking at his best buddy’s ass shouldn’t make him thankful he was wearing sweats because if he’d had on jeans, his dick would have busted out the zipper teeth trying to get at her.
Well, shit. Katie Davis was definitely not just one of the guys.
* * *
Katie was looking for something delicious and bad for her, but she’d already gorged on brownies earlier, so she settled for pulling out a pint of blueberries. With a little milk and lot of sugar, it would satisfy the sweet tooth.
She grabbed the milk with her other hand and used her hip to bump the fridge door closed. When she turned to set them on the counter, she saw Josh staring at her. Or, more accurately, glaring at her. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Put some damn clothes on. We don’t run around half-naked here.”
Katie looked down at her tank top and boxers. “Shirt. Shorts. Pretty much the opposite of naked.”
“You’re not wearing a…” He waved his hand in the direction of her chest, swore under his breath and stormed out.
Katie looked down again. Okay, so she wasn’t wearing a bra. And, whether it was the chilled air from the fridge or the way Josh had looked at her, her nipples were taking full advantage of the lack of constraint.
“You’ve never seen nipples before?” she called after him.
It sounded as if he tripped on the stairs and he cursed again, but he didn’t come back or answer the question.
The moment was sweeter than teaspoons of sugar
She sighed. “Mom made me sprinkle some freshener stuff on the guest mattresses. Now I have to go vacuum it all up.”
“Have fun with that.”
“I hate you.”
On his way out, he said, “Oh, and don’t forget it’s your turn to make supper tonight.”
He jerked the door closed just in time to hear the pen bounce off the window.
In the barn, he started his four-wheeler to let it warm up. It was cold enough that the wheels wouldn’t dig up the snow too badly and he didn’t want to use his sled until the trail was groomed, because getting stuck sucked. After gassing up the chain saw, he locked it into the bracket on his ATV and swapped his around-the-house work coat for his good snowmobile coat. A few hours of trail work would put his head right.
He was right about that. It helped put his head right, but it wiped out his body so he ended up napping on the couch after dinner. He managed to sleep through whatever shows Rosie and Katie were watching and the news, which was how he found himself unable to sleep when he actually went to bed.
A little after midnight, he gave up and went down to the kitchen. Midnight snacks of the fresh-baked variety were sadly lacking, but he grabbed a couple of the brownies Katie had baked and set them on a napkin so he could grab some milk.
The first bite surprised him. Katie wasn’t in the running for Queen of the Bake Fair, but they’d come out better than he’d expected. Better than store-bought, anyway. He decided a third would fill his belly enough to help him sleep, or at the very least keep him from lying in bed wishing he’d had a third brownie.
After rinsing his glass, he crumpled his napkin and shot it into the trash basket, Kevin Garnett-style.
“Two points.”
Josh whirled, barely biting back a yelp of surprise. There, in the kitchen doorway, was Katie.
And, holy shit, Katie was…hot.
Not just hot, but smoking hot. Her hair was down, and she had on a white tank top and some flimsy shorts that looked a lot like boxers. And nothing else.
“Surprised the Celtics haven’t called you yet,” she said, and then she went to the fridge and started rummaging around.
Katie had a great ass.
Josh stood there, staring like an idiot. Had Katie always had a great ass? And her legs. Jesus, they went on forever, all long and toned and perfect for wrapping around…
He was losing his mind. This was Katie. His friend. His best buddy. His pal.
Except looking at his best buddy’s ass shouldn’t make him thankful he was wearing sweats because if he’d had on jeans, his dick would have busted out the zipper teeth trying to get at her.
Well, shit. Katie Davis was definitely not just one of the guys.
* * *
Katie was looking for something delicious and bad for her, but she’d already gorged on brownies earlier, so she settled for pulling out a pint of blueberries. With a little milk and lot of sugar, it would satisfy the sweet tooth.
She grabbed the milk with her other hand and used her hip to bump the fridge door closed. When she turned to set them on the counter, she saw Josh staring at her. Or, more accurately, glaring at her. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Put some damn clothes on. We don’t run around half-naked here.”
Katie looked down at her tank top and boxers. “Shirt. Shorts. Pretty much the opposite of naked.”
“You’re not wearing a…” He waved his hand in the direction of her chest, swore under his breath and stormed out.
Katie looked down again. Okay, so she wasn’t wearing a bra. And, whether it was the chilled air from the fridge or the way Josh had looked at her, her nipples were taking full advantage of the lack of constraint.
“You’ve never seen nipples before?” she called after him.
It sounded as if he tripped on the stairs and he cursed again, but he didn’t come back or answer the question.
The moment was sweeter than teaspoons of sugar
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