"Do you think we can fix it?" After a quick shower, Dana came out of the bathroom to find Beau bent over examining the broken leg of the bed frame. She tried not to focusing on how tempting his ass looked pointed up in the air, even though he'd pulled on his soft silk boxers.
"It's only a snapped off bolt," Beau said. He came to his knees and gave her an appreciative once-over as she stood in the doorway in her short, black satin robe, her steam-damp hair piled high on her head. "If you know of a hardware store, we can fix it tonight."
"Most of the smaller stores are probably closed," she mused. "It's almost eight o'clock, after all. There's a big-box home repair place out in the suburbs a bit. They're probably open later. We need groceries too." Her stomach rumbled, underscoring the need for food.