Walking through a hotel in nothing but a bathrobe and panties… Only Brian Sinclair could talk Myrna into doing something that bold. He'd actually tried to convince her to go naked, but she'd reminded him that her stuffed-shirt colleagues would likely be roaming the halls at this hour. She and Brian took the elevator to the top floor. While the car rose, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed her temple.
"I'm sorry to make you miss your conference."
"No, you aren't." And she wasn't either.
He grinned deviously. "You're right. I'm not."
"At least I don't have to present a session today. How would I look walking up on stage bowlegged and limping?"
"You'd look sexy," he said. "Especially since I'd know why you were walking funny." He tapped her nose with his fingertip.
