Her breath caught as she stood there, feeling naked under his attention, as electricity zinged through her and touched every nerve ending. Her nipples pebbled under her thermal underwear that left pretty much nothing to the imagination when it came to her high beams. She had to clasp her hands together to resist the urge to touch them, to roll their peaks between her fingers to dull the building ache inside her.

Ian turned back around, his shoulders stiff, then said, “You can get the plates.”

Hitching up her pants while trying to make it look like she wasn’t, she crossed the living room. “From the kitchen? Yeah, sure, sure, the kitchen. I will get them.”

Way to sound like you aren’t a giant weirdo, Shelby girl.

Like there was any hope of that around Ian Petrov.

Beyond his scruffy hotness, he was from hockey royalty. She knew his stats, his pregame meal preferences, and she’d let slip his deepest secret—one he hadn’t even known he had. So yeah, she would never be able to just act normal around him. And with that reminder, the idea of breakfast became totally unappealing.

After delivering a plate, bottle of water, napkin, and utensils, she gathered up some clothes in a bundle and headed toward the bathroom. “You go ahead without me.”

He looked down at the single place setting on the coffee table. “You’re not eating?”

“The snow stopped, so I’m gonna go see if I can shovel my car out and get out of your hair.” And yeah, she needed to get out of here before she made an idiot of herself by getting caught ogling him.

“The roads aren’t safe,” he said as he took the cast-iron skillet off the grate and slid the eggs and bacon onto the waiting plate.

“Well, once they are, I’ll be all ready.” Yeah, that sounded totally believable and not at all like she needed a snowbank between them to get her wayward body back under control.

He let out a rumbling sigh. “Is it because being here alone with me makes you uncomfortable?”

Not in the way he was thinking. She caught herself staring at the vee lines that disappeared under his waistband and jerked her focus back up to his face where it should have been the whole time.

“It’s not that.” She started toward the bathroom again. “Lucy obviously made a mistake, and I’m the one who should leave when the roads are better. You had plans that didn’t involve me, and I’ll let you get back to them.”

“And I can’t change your mind?”

She plastered on a cheery smile that she hoped didn’t look totally off-kilter. “Nope.”

Nodding, he shrugged. “Okay, then.”