CHAPTER 15

“So, I think my friend has the hots for your sister.” Kim choked on the glass of water she was drinking. Even if the statement hadn’t been jarring enough, Nate walking out in a bitty towel and nothing else caused her lungs to seize. “Fucking hell, Nate!” The bastard had the nerve to smile. Kim felt the irritation curling her toenails. “Where are the clothes I gave you?” she spat, not caring if her tone was harsh. She wondered if the man even knew how to dry off properly....