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came back into the den.
    He couldn’t help but grin. “How did you know I was out there?”
    “A big bolt of lightning lit up the sky and I saw you. I was on the porch praying.” Skye turned on a lamp and threw some clothes on the back of the recliner which sat next to the coffee table on a big woven rug.
    “With your eyes open?”
    He teased her and she laughed. “And my hands raised, head back. Like this.” She showed him her pose. “I like to look at who I’m talking to.”
    Noah almost groaned. “You remind me of a pagan goddess. I’m glad you came out to find me.” He winked at her, noticing she’d slipped out of her wet clothes and now wore a soft, sleeveless buckskin dress which came to just above her knee. Beadwork covered the bodice. “Did you design your dress?” He knew she made most of her clothes. Libby said she was very talented and had been trying to lure her into joining forces with her to create a line of clothing to go with the purses in Libby’s Creations . Of course, after the wedding and Aron’s disappearance, all of the day-to-day business for Libby had come to a screeching halt. Most of life at Tebow, as they knew it, had ceased to be.
    “Yes, I did. Do you like it?” Skye smoothed her hands down the front of her dress.  
    “It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.” Noah couldn’t take his eyes off her. Skye celebrated her Native American heritage. And she should. “You look gorgeous, you always do.” Her long black hair was straight and hung to her hips like an onyx waterfall. Skin the color of caramel apples made him want to take little nibbles from her smooth, creamy shoulders. Big doe eyes the color of obsidian jewels seemed to gaze into his very soul. Her whole face was perfect with high cheekbones, plump lips and a dimple just over the right corner of her delectable smile. Skye Blue was a princess if he’d ever seen one. “I think you’re just about perfect.”
    At his compliment, Skye sighed and shook her head. “Don’t put me on a pedestal, Noah. I don’t like heights.” Taking the wet towel from his hands, she handed him a pair of pants and a T-shirt. “If you’ll take off your clothes and slip these on, I’ll throw the wet ones in the dryer. They were in the back of the closet. Maybe they’ll fit. All you guys are the same size—big.” 
    “I know what you’re up to. You just want me to strip for you.” He stepped closer to the fire and started shucking his clothes before she could escape. Noah expected to hear a little squeal. Instead, she began to hum the tune of David Rose’s ‘The Stripper’. He froze mid-shuck, his boots off, his socks off and his belt undone. With a smirk, he decided to live dangerously.
    Slowly, he turned.
    Taking the zipper in his hand, he slid it down, his eyes hooded and his hips bucking forward in time with the music.
    “That’s right, baby. Take it off. Take it all off.” Skye smirked.
    Knowing she figured he’d chicken out, Noah began to lower his jean, an inch at a time, lower—lower. He knew his cock was about to come into view.
    “Noah!”
    There was the squeal.
    Skye spun in a circle and took off. “I’ll make tea!” 
    “Make it cocoa, Scaredy-cat!” he called after her, rather pleased with himself.
    “All right.”
    “I haven’t seen you in a while.” He continued to talk as he dressed.  
    “You’ve been busy.” Skye hid her smile as she put on some milk to heat. She’d seen enough of Noah to realize there was plenty to see. The man was built—from top to bottom.
    “Yea, I’ve had a lot to take care of. Our family is in a tail-spin.”
    A note of sadness in his voice made her heart hurt. The whole sad thing with Aron was a tragedy. Skye couldn’t imagine what Libby was going through. “I know, I’m so sorry.”
    “I’m decent.” The deep whisper came from right behind her, his warm breath cascading down her neck, causing her to shiver.
    Skye jumped. “Decent? That’s debatable. God!