He raised a hand and braced himself on the doorjamb. “What?”

She turned. “You shouldn’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Talk about sharing pajamas.”

His lips curled up in the barest of smirks. “Is that what you thought I meant?”

“You know you did.”

There was a silent pause.

“Okay,” he admitted.

He stared down at her, and a pulse pounded in her temple, while heat coiled in the center of her body.

He leaned almost imperceptibly in, and his voice went husky. “You should get dressed.”

“I know.”

He blinked. “Now,” he muttered.

He was absolutely right. They’d taken this as far as they dared. She quickly turned and mounted the staircase.

She felt him behind her as far as the main floor. Then, she noted thankfully, he broke off to return to the kitchen.

Back in the guest room, she forced the sexy exchange from her mind, firmly telling herself to get it under control. She changed to some casual clothes and went back downstairs.

Together, they crossed to the main barn, traversing its length to a quiet corner behind a half wall. There she stared in astonishment at the contraption he’d made out of the bicycle.

“How did you do this?” she asked him. “When did you do this?”

The mountain bike was propped up on a rack, with the front wheel removed and rollers pressing against the back wheel. The rollers were attached to a long bolt with a butterfly screw that could be used to change the tension.

“This morning,” he answered. “I told you, I couldn’t sleep.”

“I didn’t think you were serious.”

“About not sleeping?”

“About-” She gestured. “About disabling my bike.”

“It’s what you wanted.”

“It’s not what I wanted. It’s what you offered.” She didn’t know why she was annoyed. Maybe because he hadn’t given her a choice. Maybe she was touchy today when it came to men telling her what to do. Or maybe anger was just the easiest emotion for her to deal with right now when it came to Reed.