" And then, without warning, the door to his cabin opened and she walked right in as if she owned the place. She toted all her gear: sleeping bag, duffel, backpack and purse, dropping it all where it had been previously stowed, at the foot of that sagging couch. He hoped all the hair on his face hid the elation that he could feel glow there. “I could’ve been naked,” he said. She "

― Robyn Carr , A Virgin River Christmas (Virgin River, #4)