"She lifted the tails of his elegant silk evening shirt. "Some that don't reach my knees?" He cleared his throat. He liked her wrapped in his shirt, surrounded by him. "Well, actually, as Joshua knows, that is one of your annoying habits. You like to run around in my shirts. You think they are much more comfortable than your own clothes." Alexandria regarded him with wide blue eyes. "Oh, I do, do I? I take it you grumble about it." "Often, to Josh. We laugh together about the idiosyncrasies of women. He thinks you look cute in my shirts." "And what would give a little boy an idea like that?" He looked unrepentant. "I might have mentioned it a time or two." His golden eyes slid over her body, making her aware of her bare skin beneath his shirt, of every curve of her body, of the fact that they were completely alone in some secret chamber of his home. "It is true, after all. You do look cute in my shirt."