Free A Hero for Tonight by Roni Adams Page B

already.”
    “Yeah, well, he’ll have to get up. No big deal.”
    She twisted around. “Karen mentioned today was a ‘good’ day, so I think they could be busy.”
    Shane scowled. “A good day? What does that mean?”
    She felt warmth flush into her face. “You know, a good day. They’re trying to get pregnant, remember? I think they might be... busy .”
    Shane’s eyes widened, and he glanced at the house. “That fast? We just left.”
    Krista shrugged. “I’m not taking any chances on being the interruption.”
    “So, now what?”
    “I’ll walk.” Even as she said the words, she knew he wouldn’t let her.
    He snorted. “Yeah, right.”
    “Well, let’s at least go back inside. I can call a cab or we’ll figure something else out.”
    Inside, she stepped back over the pile, shrugged off her wet coat and hung it on the coat tree in the corner.
    “Want some coffee?”
    “You probably don’t have any tea, do you?” she asked, kicking off her soaked sneakers.
    He gave her a look and she sighed. “Coffee is fine. But why don’t you take care of this wet stuff, and I’ll put it on.” She shivered as her cold, wet clothes stuck to her.
    “Works for me. Then I’ll grab you a dry sweatshirt.” Shane hoisted his backpack up and headed toward the kitchen.
    Krista watched as he opened a door that must lead to his basement, but she kept moving down the hall to the kitchen. He had the same coffeemaker as his parents and it didn’t take her long to have a pot brewing.
    Shane emerged from downstairs with a clothes basket in his hands. “Here.” He handed her a gray sweatshirt. “The bathroom is through there.” He pointed to a mud room on the other side of the kitchen.
    Krista took the shirt from him. “Thanks.”
    In the bathroom, she stripped off her sweatshirt and slipped Shane’s on. It was the USMC shirt that she’d seen him wear a million times. Wearing it felt incredibly intimate, and she almost yanked it back off.
    Ever since their kiss the other night, she’d had a hard time thinking of anything else. Dinner had been fun, but strange as she once again caught him staring at her several times. And when her gaze met his, she’d known exactly what he’d been thinking.
    Since the sweatshirt fell almost to her knees, she slipped off her denim shorts, but left her underwear on. If Shane was any other guy, there was no way she’d emerge from his bathroom clad only in a sweatshirt, underwear and socks, but kiss or no kiss, this was Shane. She had no worries about him taking it as an invitation when she opened the door and walked back into the kitchen.
    The way his gaze zoned in on her bare legs and slid slowly up leaving a trail of warmth behind gave her second thoughts.

Chapter Six
    “My shorts were soaked.” She yanked on the hem of his sweatshirt, even knowing it wasn’t showing anything except her knees.
    Heck, he’d seen her in a bathing suit most of her life; this was nothing. Except they were all alone, in his house, in a rain storm, and she was wearing almost nothing but his sweatshirt.
    Deciding the best defense was a good offense, she straightened up and marched into the room. “Quit looking at me as if I’m yummy. It’s me, remember? I’m practically your sister or your cousin or something.”
    But Shane didn’t move. Krista was forced to walk past him to get a mug out of the cupboard. Before she could get beyond him, a hand reached out and grabbed her upper arm.
    “We’re not related. I’ve never considered you a sister, or a cousin, or anything else.”
    His kept her in place directly in front of him. Her heart pounded and she couldn’t breathe. There wasn’t any way to misunderstand the look of intent in his eyes. Shane was going to kiss her again.
    Oh no, that won’t do . There were a million reasons why kissing Shane again was a really bad idea, but the worse was that Shane would hate himself later. She wasn’t dense. For whatever reason, he was suddenly attracted