“Maybe not,” he said before giving her quick smile. He strode forward, bent to pick up a towel he’d left on the beach and held it out.
Feeling his gaze touch her body, she felt self-conscious for the first time, realizing how little she wore and the fact he could likely see her nipples tightening against the stretchy swimsuit fabric. She quickly wrapped the towel around her body and walked beside him toward her bungalow.
“Sweet dreams, Ash,” he said softly before he turned to leave her.
Her body stiffened and she stood, staring after his tall figure. Why had he mentioned dreams?