He was wearing a worn – so worn that they were almost white -- pair of Levi’s that fit real nicely. And a snug black T-shirt that exposed that tattoo -- the one that drew her eyes every time, as it did right now. As her inspection moved upward past his broad shoulders, she noticed he hadn’t shaved off the five o’clock shadow he had been sporting earlier – and it was damn sexy. The only thing that stopped him from looking like a full-blown rebel was the severe law enforcement hair cut. Not enough hair there to run her fingers through, or to grip onto when --
“Done?” He raised one eyebrow and he grinned. “Want me to strip right here on the stoop or can I come in first?”
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