Anthony gathered as much firewood he could, but the roof that was supposed to keep the firewood dry had sprung a leak. Of course, he thought acidly. Some of the firewood was still usable, but much of it was too wet and would have to dry out like the generator.
Thea was sitting in the living room when he came inside. To his disappointment, she’d changed out of her wet t-shirt into something dry.
He’d been able to see almost everything through that wet shirt: her n*****s, the shape of her breasts, the indentation of her belly button. It had taken all of his self-control not to haul her to him and kiss her again.
He let out an annoyed breath as he began to arrange the wood in the fireplace. Anthony also didn’t know why he’d told her about his childhood or his parents. It wasn’t that he was
