Diva moved into the space between them and started to circle, wagging her tail.

“Someone has to pee,” Reed said, releasing her hand and tossing the bedsheet back. “I’ll take her for a quick walk, pick up breakfast and be right back.” He set his coffee mug on the bedside table and reached for his discarded jeans from the floor.

Erika watched as he zipped and buckled them, her mouth salivating at the sight of him in just a pair of low-hanging denim. Damn, it was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. He reached for his shirt, but she stopped him. “Wait!” Reaching for her cell on the table, she opened the camera app.

“Are you taking a picture of me?” His amusement was evident, but he dropped the shirt and struck a Superman pose.

She laughed as she snapped several pics.

He flexed his biceps, then turned to give her an amazing shot of his ass as he leaned against the doorframe, one arm extended overhead, accentuating those delicious-looking back and shoulder muscles. “Did you get enough or should I keep posing?” he asked over his shoulder.

“This should be good,” she said, scrolling through the pics. “Something to remember you by.”

Crawling back across the bed, he kissed her again. “I hope I’ve already given you a few things to remember,” he said against her lips.

If Diva wasn’t about to pee on his bed, she’d pull him back beneath the covers right now and ask for more memories. But the dog’s high-pitched whine suggested they better get a move on.

“You better go.” She tossed the sheet aside and stood when her phone chimed with new emails. “Wow—I haven’t had good cell reception at your place and suddenly all my emails come in...” She groaned as eighty-six new ones appeared.

Nope. Definitely not ready to go back to work just yet.

“Can I use your laptop to answer a few of these?” she asked, noticing several questions from board members regarding the clinical trials. No one else on the team had been cc’d on them. They’d be expecting her usual immediate response. Maybe she should make them wait until she returned from the vacation they insisted she take. Forward them a copy of her forced vacation letter.

“Of course. There’s no password and it connects to Wi-Fi automatically.” He pulled on his shirt and a new pair of socks. “I’ll be back soon. Make yourself comfortable,” he said as they walked to the living room.

“I’m naked under your T-shirt—can’t really get much more comfortable than that,” she said with a laugh, leaning on tiptoes to kiss him again at the door.

“True enough.” He tugged on his boots, grabbed Diva’s leash and his coat and left the condo. “See you in a bit.”