Reed moved toward her, keeping his gaze studiously on the floor in front of him. “I’ll get out of your way.”

She told herself to move, unblock the door so the man could leave already. But her feet were glued to the floor, her heart pumping deep and slow inside her chest.

He came closer and closer, and all she could do was stare.

A knock on the door behind her nearly made her jump out of her skin.

“Katrina?” Mandy called. “You in there?”

The absurdity of the situation suddenly hit her. And Katrina recovered her sense of humor. What was she expecting Reed to do here? Make a move with Mandy and Caleb downstairs? Ridiculous. She quickly found her voice.

“I’m naked in here,” she called out to Mandy. “And Reed’s remaking the bed.”

There was a stunned silence on the other side of the door.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” Reed intoned. “Get out of the way.”

Mandy stammered from outside. “I’m… Uh…”

Reed snagged Katrina’s bare shoulder, moving her off to one side. His warm, callused palm left a distinct tingle in its wake. He quickly swung the door open.

“Mix-up,” he told Mandy. “Your sister thinks she’s funny.”

“He was lying in wait for me,” Katrina countered, still feeling breathless.

“I thought you’d take longer in the shower,” Reed protested.

“Why? Because I’m from New York City?”

“Because you’re a girl.”

“I’m a woman.”

Mandy’s attention was flying back and forth between the two.

Reed’s nostrils flared as he sucked in a deep breath. “And now you have fresh sheets.”

“Thank you,” Katrina returned breezily.

She was scrambling to tamp down her powerful sexual reaction to him. It was strange and more than a little unsettling to have her hormones run amok like this.

Maybe it was brought on by the stress of the afternoon. He had rescued her, after all. He’d lent her his shirt and brought her back here to where she was safe and warm. Had his white-knight behavior tripped some anthropological hormonal switch, making him seem like mate material? She sure hoped it was temporary.