“I heard the screen door. Couldn’t sleep?”
Lia’s lids flew open. Jake stood on the path, wearing a thermal shirt with the sleeves pushed up, his hands tucked in the pockets of a pair of jeans. God, he looked good.
“I’m antsy, I guess.”
“Want some coffee? I’ve got a pot brewing.”
“Love some.” She stepped down. “You’re an early riser.”
“Habit.”
She sucked in a breath. “Smells good.”
His mouth twisted. “Me?”
Her eyes widened. “The coffee.”
“I took another bath.”
“I’m sure you smell good, too, but forget it—I’m not sniffing you again.”
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