s sweater
from his jeans； crisscrossed his arms； and smoothly whipped the black
turtleneck over his head and off。 Never； ever； would Chloe forget that
moment when； muscles stretched； his chest came into view。
Lightly bronzed； with a liberal hazing of hair that tapered toward his
navel； it was a solid wall of hard； glorious flesh。 Her mouth went dry。
She could only stare。
〃My bags are right here；〃 he replied； retrieving a soft leather duffel
from beside the sofa。 Long arms pulled at the duffel's zipper。 Deft
fingers exchanged the sweater for a lighter； short…sleeved jersey。 He
quickly drew it over his head。 Once more Chloe trembled as that body
stretched； flexed； then settled back down； mercifully covered again。
Ross grinned。 〃There。 Easy enough。 Do you need to change or anything？
Are you cool enough？〃
Chloe didn't think she would ever be cool enough again。 〃Uh； I'm fine。〃
She cleared her throat awkwardly； turning and escaping to the wide open
spaces without any further attempt at wit。 And she had suggested taking
the bike！ They would be better off swimming。 They might not get to any
store； but they would have a barrel of much…needed cold water between
them！
But too late。 He was at her heels as she led the way to the side shed
that housed her motorbike。
〃You drive this yourself？〃 Ross asked； eyeing the small vehicle with