Christmas With The Marine. Candace Havens

never had liked the feeling of being drunk or out of control. Plus, he had enough trouble with headaches, so the last thing he needed was a hangover.

      “Oh, uh...” She sounded unsure about something.

      “What?”

      She opened the door and stepped forward. She was wearing little flannel shorts and a long-sleeve pink T-shirt that came down to her hips. He turned around and headed back to the minibar, pretending to be interested in the contents.

      No question, the woman was beautiful.

      Those legs. He so wanted them wrapped around his waist.

      “I thought we might hang out a little. I’m hungry again. I was going to order room service.”

      Food and hanging out. Well, if that’s what she wanted to do, he was game. And there was never a time he couldn’t eat.

      “I could go for some protein. Do they have a late-night omelet or something?” He shut the fridge door. But when he turned he found her staring at his chest.

      He glanced down at his shirt. Had he spilled something?

      “I don’t do this,” she said, and then she bit her bottom lip. She was nervous.