She ran her gaze over his chest with frank appreciation. Then he shivered, realizing he hadn't really considered the weather. It was forty-five degrees max, but Chloe was giving him a go-on gesture with her hand. "All I have left is my pants," he said. "Yes, please." "It's cold, Chloe." She tilted her head. "Are you worried about shrinkage?" Well, he was now. -Chloe and Sawyer
Jill ShalvisI want you to know, chickens arenโt sexy. Not to me.โ This was met with silence. โAre you there?โ She was slurring her words now, which was embarrassing, so she took a deep breath. โCam? Can you hear me?โ โYes, chickens arenโt sexy. UhโฆI donโt think theyโre meant to be.
Jill Shalvis