I enjoyed a lot of scenes in this book, but I have to say one of my favorites was the towel scene because Leah got all flustered:
“Hey,” Paxton called out behind me.
“Are…” I took a deep breath and tried again. “Are you naked?”
“No, but I can be,” he answered. I pivoted, turning slowly to face him. Oh eff me, he may as well have been. A single white towel hung off his lean hips, held in place by a pesky little knot.
I really loved that Paxton could be caring and concerned, "...her cheeks still wore a flush—or was that whisker burn? I probably needed to shave. ****, I hoped her inner thighs were okay." I loved this book, I loved Paxton.
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