“Is it a problem?”

“If you’re in my jeans, yeah.”

I frowned at him, then paused. Right. I dropped my gaze to his groin and bit the inside of my cheek to hide a smile. “I see.”

“Mhmm.” He stared at me intently. “Since you two are best friends now, you wanna help me out here?”

Sighing, I got down on one knee in front of Poosh. “Poosh, give me the stick. Please.”

She eyed me with her big, dark eyes for a second before she took two steps back and dropped the stick on the ground between us.

“Who’s a good girl?” I cooed, patting my knee.

She launched herself toward me, dragging her leash out of Noah’s hand. I caught her tiny body in my arms and fell onto my butt. She licked my chin as I laughed, trying to pull her away from me.

“Jesus,” Noah muttered, stepping into the hallway. The door clicked shut. “Hey, Reagan, what type of underwear are you wearing?”

I cough-laughed, finally pushing Poosh off me. “What?”

“Never mind. I’ll just buy you another gift card.” He unclipped the leash from Poosh’s collar and hung it on a hook then walked right past me.

I scrambled to my feet and ran after him. “Did I just flash your neighborhood?”

“No. You flashed me.” He grinned lopsidedly and hit the button on the coffee machine. “And I didn’t mind at all.”

I pursed my lips. “So you’re buying me a gift card to buy the underwear you like so you can see it.”

“No. I’m buying you another gift card so you can buy the underwear you like. I just happen to also like it.”

I couldn’t really argue with that, could I? “What if I don’t want you to buy me underwear?”

“Then you’ll run out when your new best friend ultimately eats every pair you leave here.”

I eyed Poosh. “She won’t eat my underwear anymore. I think we’ve reached an understanding.”

“Unless she suddenly hates you, that isn’t going to happen. She eats it because she loves you.”

“Dogs are disgusting, do you know that?”

“So are the tops of bars in sports bars, but that didn’t stop you trying to climb barefoot onto one last night.”

“I’m not going to live that down, am I?”

“No. It’s going right up there with the fact I saved your life. I’ll remind you of it forever.” He walked over to me and trapped me against the island. He flattened his hands on top of the counter and leaned forward, his gaze flicking over my face before it came to rest on my lips. “You’re annoyingly hot in that shirt.”

“It wasn’t intentional.”

“I’m sure it wasn’t, but it doesn’t change the fact that you are.”

“You’re just trying to get into my panties.”

“Damn straight.”

I reached up and patted his cheek. “Not tonight, dear. I’m hungover.”

He snapped his gaze up to mine and laughed. “I don’t think you could stomach an orgasm right now. I’d tip you over the edge.”