The reunion would be a good chance to catch up with family and hometown friends, but Todd had refused to stay at my relative’s large farmhouse.

“Sorry, babe, but that’s way too many cousins, aunts, friends of the family, and… noise,” he reasoned.

He wasn’t wrong.

Todd tossed our bags on one of the hotel beds and then flopped onto the other.

Even flat on his back and tired from travel he was still as hot as hell.

I studied the small swath of pale belly showing between his waistband and his tee, which had ridden up his torso.

We had a few hours to kill before it was time to go to the reunion’s first big event — the welcome dinner.

“Are you saying my family irritates you?” I teased.

I pulled off... Read More