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Chapter Fourteen
Sabrina woke up with a crook in her neck and the sun shining in her face. For a moment she had no idea where she was and it was only when she rolled over that she realized she was on a deck, wrapped in a blanket.
She took a second to relax, her brain still more than a little fuzzy, and closed her eyes, enjoying the peace of the early morning. It had been ages since she’d fallen asleep outside and she’d forgotten how much she enjoyed—
With a start, she bolted upright and rolled all the way out of the gray and white blanket, pushing a big tangle of hair from her eyes.
“Shit,” she whispered.
This wasn’t her blanket and this sure as hell wasn’t her deck.
Sabrina got to her feet just as a bundle of fur came flying around the corner. Bingo barreled toward her and nearly had her on her ass, but she recovered in time to scoop up the squirmy puppy.
“How did you…”
But she never got the chance to finish her sentence because Teague strolled onto the deck—his deck—wearing nothing but an old faded pair of cargo shorts that sat dangerously low on his hips.
She knew he had nothing on underneath. You know. On account of the dangerously low situation.
A sudden image of Teague in the water wearing his boxers flashed before her eyes and she buried her head in the puppy’s neck. He’d looked like a Greek god the night before and Lord knows she’d had a good look—more than one if she was being honest.
She hoped like hell Teague couldn’t see the flush that crept up her neck.
“Louise didn’t come home last night, so I let Bingo out. I figured the little guy needed to pee.”
“Oh,” she said softly. “Thank you.”
Bingo licked her chin enthusiastically and then wiggled until she had to let the dog back down. Crossing her arms over her chest, she looked at Teague from beneath her lashes.
Everything from the night before came back and she swallowed thickly, wishing the floorboards would open up and swallow her whole. Oh god. He’d practically seen her naked. Hell, she was still practically naked. She was dressed in her pajamas with no bra and no undies.
“I made coffee,” he said, walking toward her. Teague stopped an inch or so away but she couldn’t look up. How could she? Her eyes were glued to his rock hard abs. Abs that she’d touched. Abs that she’d slid up against.
And she’d done all of that while she was practically naked. Ugh.
He cupped her chin and she gulped, pushing back the golf ball-sized lump that sat at the back of her throat.
“Bree,” he said quietly. “It’s just coffee. Nothing more.”
Bree.
Bingo barked and pawed at the patio door but they both ignored the dog.
“Sabrina?”
“I…” But she was stuck.