It wasn’t elegant, but it would do the trick. Cooper had manhandled a low, heavy table into the space between two armchairs, then hauled one chair around to close the angle enough that they could face one another. He straightened, fists on hips, and nodded.<br/><br/>“All right. Now we’re ready for lu … oh, for cryin’ out loud.” Excessive satisfaction turned quickly to vague embarrassment as he caught sight of the patio furniture through the French doors to the balcony. He scowled, then shrugged. “Well. At least now we don’t have to get dressed if we don’t want.”<br/><br/>Coop turned back to Sarah and gave her an only slightly abashed smile. And wasn’t she a vision, stretched out like that on the knotted sheets.<em>No, there’s no reason for you to put a stitch on...</em>Out loud, though, he only said, “Although I think I’ll put pants on to answer the door. They must have seen just about everything here, but no need to go flashing ‘em. You can just, um …” His smile was getting away from him, no two ways about it. And he didn’t care.<br/><br/>“You just stay undressed there.” He punctuated the thought with a quick, light pat on Sarah’s bottom.