Josh was watering Jenna’s flowers when he heard a scream from inside the house. Tossing aside the hose, he entered through the back door at a run. As he plowed into the kitchen, he saw Jake’s red face turned toward the wall while Jenna, her face even redder, clutched a dishtowel to her chest as she slowly backed out of the kitchen. Her outfit, at least what he could see around the dishtowel, made his eyes widen in surprise.
Glad he wore a shirt that snapped up the front, Josh quickly yanked it loose, slipped it around Jenna, and swept her into his arms. There was no way she could beat a hasty retreat in the strappy high-heeled shoes she wore. He carried her into their bedroom, kicked the door shut, and dropped her on the bed. Standing up, he gaped at her.
“What are you doing?” he finally asked in a rough voice, confused, annoyed and wildly excited all at the same time. “You aren’t supposed to be home until this evening.”