Slowly coming awake, Kelly relaxed in the safety of strong arms, snuggled up against a warm chest.  She rubbed her hand across hard abs that contracted under her touch. “Scott?” she asked dreamily.

“No. Sorry. It’s Jeff,” he said in a tight voice.

“Jeff,” she repeated, still foggy from sleep.  Then her brain kicked in and she leapt out of his arms.  “Oh my God.”  She had called him Scott. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.” Had she drooled?

“It’s fine.” He slid his legs from the couch and sat up.

“No, I forgot that’s your bed. You should have woken me up. Let me get you some sheets and a pillow so you can get to sleep.”  She was babbling, but she couldn’t stop.

Jeff touched her arm and she jumped.  “Kelly.  It’s fine.  There are a lot worse things than falling asleep with a beautiful woman in your arms.”

“A…” He thought she was beautiful?

She mentally slapped herself. No way was she going to let him do this to her. She couldn’t deny that he pulled all kinds of strings inside her, but he wasn’t going to get a roll in the sack for his efforts.

She glared at him and stomped down the hall to the linen closet. Arms loaded with sheets, a pillow, and a blanket, she came back and dropped her load on the couch. “Thanks for the massage and dinner. Have a good sleep,” she said and went to her room to change for bed.

Standing in the bathroom, she furiously brushed her teeth. He was so maddening. If he thought he could sweet talk his way into her bed, he was wrong. She was so not looking for a quick fling with a flyboy. Even if he was too hot and sexy for words.

And nice.

Damn him. And damn Lizzy for bringing him here and not even being around to provide a buffer. Her status as best friend just slipped a notch.