Читать книгу The Soldier's Homecoming - Patricia Potter - Страница 8

He clutched the towel closer to his body. “I have to put some clothes on.”

“You’re fine, but if you would be more comfortable...” Mischief danced in her eyes.

He’d thought no woman could stomach what had happened to his body, the scars left by remnants of a rocket. But then Jenny had experienced combat herself even if she’d been an observer rather than participant. Maybe the wound made her a participant.

Still, he couldn’t believe that any woman would actually be comfortable with the scars.

As if reading his thoughts, Jenny touched his chest and ran a finger down it, arousing all sorts of reactions. “You have great muscles and all the important stuff,” she said as she continued to study him. “I like your face a lot, too,” she added with a grin.

Damn, but she knew how to get inside his head. “Are you finished with your survey?”

“I’m getting there,” she said. “I have a few scars of my own, you know.”