Kit’s lips touched Connie’s. It was so sweet, so loving. So very loving. Hope blossomed in Connie’s chest.
Was this coming from Kit? Was he developing that type of feeling for him and Hudson already? There was affection there and definitely chemistry. Attraction and compatibility were definitely growing between the three of them. But love? Was it too soon to hope for that?
“Bedroom,” Kit whispered against Connie’s lips.
But before they stepped inside, Hudson pulled them both to a stop. “Sweetheart, let’s dry off before we go in. We don’t want to get him cold.”
“I’m sure the two of you will warm me up quickly,” Kit said. But then he held his arms out. “But feel free to dry me off, by all means.”
