“Oh, weird.” She plucked it from his grasp. “Wonder how that got out here?” Crap, too saccharine a tone, sweet but clearly false.
He raised his brows as his hooded gaze dropped a fraction. Not enough to be a leer, but definitely a look.
Her threadbare terrycloth hit mid-thigh. Here stood the hottest guy west of the Mississippi and she hadn’t shaved since who-the-hell knows and sported a lop-sided bruise on her knee from yesterday’s unfortunate encounter with a gopher hole.
Maybe she failed at keeping up appearances, but God as her witness, she’d maintain her posture. “About your Grandma, I was two seconds from calling the cops on her last night.”
“That a fact?” The corner of his wide mouth twitched. “Next time, that’s exactly what you should do.”
“Next time?” She sputtered, waving the bottle for emphasis. “There sure as heck better not be a next time!”
That little burst of sass earned the full-force of his smile. Laugh lines crinkled at the corners of deep-set eyes that belonged nowhere but the bedroom. As a boy, he was a sight, as a man, he’d become a vision. “Why are you back? I mean, after all this time?”