Caine's bizarre behavior is too much for my sleepy brain to compute, and for some reason he seems to be hiding something from me, only looking at me from over his shoulder.
It's too dark to make out what he's doing, but also I have to admit I'm not really focused on figuring it out. Instead, I'm trying not to stare at his butt or how broad his shoulders are or how he smells so damn good.
The man's turning me into a closet pervert and I'm not sure how I feel about it.
"Do you want to look at the stars?" he blurts out.
I blink. "The stars?"
"Yes. Outside." He gestures vaguely toward the door with something big and bulky in his hand, only to jerk it out of sight again and hold it in front of him. "It's clear tonight."
He wants to go stargazing? At oh-dark-thirty?
