Chapter 61

MYLES HAD THE POPCORN on the stove and some of the kitchen chairs hauled into the middle of the living room floor by the time Piper came back out. He tried not to notice how the little tank top hugged her curves, but failed miserably. It wasn't that there was more skin exposed than there had been in the dress. It was the intimacy of seeing her in pjs. Didn't matter that he'd seen Skye in the same ones. He sure as hell hadn't been fantasizing about her for the last six months.

Piper crossed her arms, plumping up the breasts he was trying not to ogle.

"You want a sweatshirt or something? I didn't think about you getting cold." Please say yes. Myles had every intention of being a gentleman, but his will-power was only so strong.

"What on earth are you doing?"

"Huh? Oh." He lifted the edge of the comforter and finished draping it over the chairs. "I made you a blanket fort."

"A blanket fort?" The edge of confusion in her smile told him she didn't get it.