The Reluctant Nude

by Meg Maguire

  “I will.” He smiled back at her, breathing again. “Sleep well.”

  “I will.”

  Erik headed for his truck, listening to the voice screaming in his head. What was that? What the hell was that? You’ve got more than enough on your plate, Toleffson. You’ve got two months to prove yourself. Keep your mind on your freakin’ job. You’re supposed to be in control here, remember?

  No question. He was definitely going to concentrate on his job and nothing else. He was going to make this work. Definitely. But the smell of lavender and roses and dry white wine lingered in his head all the way back to town.