All Riled Up. Lori Foster

and Ethan had the faint suspicion she was plotting something. “I’ll be back around five. Make yourself at home, okay?”

      “Coffee first, then your shower.” He touched her cheek. “Could I have a key?”

      This time her smile was natural. “On top of the fridge in the basket. I had it made for you months ago.”

      Ethan slipped his arm around her and started her toward the front door so she wouldn’t be late. “I appreciate your confidence in my intelligence. You knew I’d wise up, didn’t you?”

      Rosie laughed. “I couldn’t bear to think otherwise.”