Mike came back barefoot and wearing only his jeans. Anna swallowed as she got a good look at his powerful body. He was cut, his muscles defined all the way from his chest and biceps, down to his six-pack and his waist that tapered into his jeans. He pulled on a white T-shirt and she found herself disappointed. Talk about eye candy. She never knew cowboys could be so sexy. “Cold?” he asked. Not after seeing him walk around without his shirt. No, she was all warm and tingly. “It’s not bad,” she said. “Even a fake fire is nice to sit in front of.” He went to the electric fireplace and got it going. He was right, it was nice and she went to stand in front of it. “Up for another drink?” he asked as he walked to a wet bar in the corner. “Sure.” Why not? Earlier she did decide that she could use a drink or three. He raised a bottle with amber liquid. “Whisky or vodka?” “I’d better stick with vodka.” She sat on the couch and started tugging off her boots and socks.
