But questions of ownership could wait while she caught her breath. Oh. My. God. Even with the threat of park security looming over them, she had to pause to do homage. She skimmed her gaze the length of that long strong body. Hard muscle. Smooth skin. And a thin sheen of sweat that made every inch of gorgeous male yumminess gleam in the warm afternoon sunlight. Dark hair framed a face that could make a grown woman cry, if she weren’t already hyperventilating over his bare body.

Pull yourself together. She took a deep breath and went on the attack. “You’re on my roof.”

“Our roof.”

His voice was dark, delicious, and definitely dangerous. And if she wanted to throw in another d just for the hell of it, she could attach “dumb” to her name for worrying about who owned the roof when he was naked.

“You’re naked.”

“You noticed.” His lids were half closed as he tipped his face up to the sun and then drew one hand slowly across his bare stomach.

Her gaze dropped to a point a little below his stomach. Oh, boy. “Thousands of people can see you. The police will take you away.” They’d make him put on his clothes. What a waste.

He turned his head to look at her. “No one can see me. I’m magic, sweetheart.”

She could believe that. “Magic or not, I’m claiming half of this roof. I called in too many favors to let you have the whole thing.”

“You’re a risk taker or you wouldn’t be up here.” His dark eyes shone with growing interest flavored by sensual intent. “I like women who aren’t afraid to take a chance.” He smiled. “On many things.”

Do something. Right now. That smile had the same kind of effect as staring directly at the sun. It could blind her to all the things she should remember. Like making love with a man on top of the Minute Maid Park locomotive could get her fired. Strange, though. She couldn’t seem to remember what her job was. Not a very memorable job. So maybe losing it wouldn’t be a bad thing.

“Mmm.” She sat down, braced herself on the slightly sloped roof, removed her backpack, and opened it. She forced herself not to look at him. She’d watch the game, eat, and forget all about him. Easy. Not even a naked man could compete with a ballpark hot dog with relish, a beer, and a great game. And you are such a liar.

She gazed around the stadium. Funny, not one person was even glancing their way. She gave up and looked at him. “You’re really magic?”

He only smiled. And that smile was a promise of sexual sorcery like none she’d ever experience again. Don’t miss it.