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physical release for his stress, which always returned like a bad penny. Now, he had little desire to bring willing women home from a bar, get down and dirty in his bed, then send her packing the next morning. Too much drama, too little reward.
Not to mention he needed his focus to protect the little athlete. Stripping down and screwing all night didn't fit that criterion.
"Boxers or briefs?"
He blinked at her unusual question. "What?"
"Boxer or briefs?" She tapped her bottom lip with a finger. "I would toss in commando or even a thong, but something tells me you prefer to play bodyguard with a good pair of undies on."
This wasn't the first glimpse into her sense of humor he'd seen in the past few hours. Probably wouldn't be the last. He didn't complain. Most women would be in hysterics or scared witless, so much so, he'd have to pry them away from him in order for him to pee in private. Not Josie. She seemed to take the situation in stride and barring her inquisitive nature, so far happened to be fairly easy to deal with. A bit of teasing from her, he could handle.
"None of your business." He walked over the end of the couch and sat down.
She frowned thoughtfully in his direction. "Do you ever go commando? If so, don't you worry about getting hair or even other parts stuck in the zipper? Talk about a major ouchie."
"Why are you asking me this?" He didn't want to dissuade her, preferring a chipper woman to a cranky one, but the topic of his underwear wasn't up for conversation.
"Because I want to know. It's not like I can go up to a man on the street and ask if he's running around without any underwear. First of all, he'd think I was tossing out a line that I wanted to find out for myself in his bed. Which I don't. On the other hand, it's not the sort of question a girl asks her father. Way too awkward."
"So you picked me?"
She smiled widely. "Yep. You're male and stuck with me for a few days. I decided I could find out all kinds of answers to questions I've had over the years."
He groaned inwardly. His damn luck to be stuck with Miss Curiosity. "Whatever happened to not bugging me with questions and spending time in tranquil silence?"
"I'm not bugging you with personal questions."
He stared at her.
"Well, okay. Maybe underwear choice is personal, but it's not personal . That means it's on the table. And, FYI, tranquil silence is overrated."
"Are you always this chatty?"
"Pretty much."
Just great.
"Can't you just tell me something about yourself? One thing. Whatever you want to tell me."
He pondered her request for a long moment. "You're taking the middle bedroom tonight. The thick shrubs along the back wall of the house should discourage anyone from trying to enter the window, not to mention the alarm is set."
"Where will you sleep?"
"I won't."
"Huh?" Her dimpled chin lifted as she tilted her head in puzzlement. "You have to sleep."
"I'm nowhere near the end of my rope yet. If I need to sleep, I'll catnap."
Her mouth opened, then shut again. "Okay then. I might as well hit the sack." She stood and headed toward the bedroom.
"Yes."
Spinning around, her brows furrowed in confusion. "Yes, what?"
"Yes, I've gone commando."
"Did…"
He shook his head. "One question. One answer. That's all you get."
"For tonight?"
"That's another question."
"Argh." She threw up her hands, rolled her eyes, and moved gracefully down the hall.
Whatever possessed him to give in to her, he'd never know. Encouraging her inquisitiveness wasn't a bright move, yet he couldn't refrain from throwing her a small bone. Maybe just this once she'd accept his answer and quell further questions. Yeah, and hell boasted of a ski resort, too.
Chapter 13
Josie woke the next morning feeling wrung out from a restless night in a new bed. Her mind kept replaying the phone calls and the unexpected visit from fake FBI agent, leading to a flight or fight rush, which forced her eyes open as she panted for breath. Her dreams mirrored her
Not to mention he needed his focus to protect the little athlete. Stripping down and screwing all night didn't fit that criterion.
"Boxers or briefs?"
He blinked at her unusual question. "What?"
"Boxer or briefs?" She tapped her bottom lip with a finger. "I would toss in commando or even a thong, but something tells me you prefer to play bodyguard with a good pair of undies on."
This wasn't the first glimpse into her sense of humor he'd seen in the past few hours. Probably wouldn't be the last. He didn't complain. Most women would be in hysterics or scared witless, so much so, he'd have to pry them away from him in order for him to pee in private. Not Josie. She seemed to take the situation in stride and barring her inquisitive nature, so far happened to be fairly easy to deal with. A bit of teasing from her, he could handle.
"None of your business." He walked over the end of the couch and sat down.
She frowned thoughtfully in his direction. "Do you ever go commando? If so, don't you worry about getting hair or even other parts stuck in the zipper? Talk about a major ouchie."
"Why are you asking me this?" He didn't want to dissuade her, preferring a chipper woman to a cranky one, but the topic of his underwear wasn't up for conversation.
"Because I want to know. It's not like I can go up to a man on the street and ask if he's running around without any underwear. First of all, he'd think I was tossing out a line that I wanted to find out for myself in his bed. Which I don't. On the other hand, it's not the sort of question a girl asks her father. Way too awkward."
"So you picked me?"
She smiled widely. "Yep. You're male and stuck with me for a few days. I decided I could find out all kinds of answers to questions I've had over the years."
He groaned inwardly. His damn luck to be stuck with Miss Curiosity. "Whatever happened to not bugging me with questions and spending time in tranquil silence?"
"I'm not bugging you with personal questions."
He stared at her.
"Well, okay. Maybe underwear choice is personal, but it's not personal . That means it's on the table. And, FYI, tranquil silence is overrated."
"Are you always this chatty?"
"Pretty much."
Just great.
"Can't you just tell me something about yourself? One thing. Whatever you want to tell me."
He pondered her request for a long moment. "You're taking the middle bedroom tonight. The thick shrubs along the back wall of the house should discourage anyone from trying to enter the window, not to mention the alarm is set."
"Where will you sleep?"
"I won't."
"Huh?" Her dimpled chin lifted as she tilted her head in puzzlement. "You have to sleep."
"I'm nowhere near the end of my rope yet. If I need to sleep, I'll catnap."
Her mouth opened, then shut again. "Okay then. I might as well hit the sack." She stood and headed toward the bedroom.
"Yes."
Spinning around, her brows furrowed in confusion. "Yes, what?"
"Yes, I've gone commando."
"Did…"
He shook his head. "One question. One answer. That's all you get."
"For tonight?"
"That's another question."
"Argh." She threw up her hands, rolled her eyes, and moved gracefully down the hall.
Whatever possessed him to give in to her, he'd never know. Encouraging her inquisitiveness wasn't a bright move, yet he couldn't refrain from throwing her a small bone. Maybe just this once she'd accept his answer and quell further questions. Yeah, and hell boasted of a ski resort, too.
Chapter 13
Josie woke the next morning feeling wrung out from a restless night in a new bed. Her mind kept replaying the phone calls and the unexpected visit from fake FBI agent, leading to a flight or fight rush, which forced her eyes open as she panted for breath. Her dreams mirrored her
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