As Jenny packed bags of clothing into her car outside the local supermarket, she wondered if any of it was going to fit the giants living in her house.

She’d selected all of the biggest sizes she could in the tiny clothing department, but much of it was boxy and not made to fit giants who were almost a half a foot over six feet.

Marina was the easiest at probably only five feet eleven, but she was a woman, and women’s sizes really weren’t made for tall women. As a result, she’d gotten a mixture of men’s and women’s clothing, plus a few bras, hoping some of it would work.

She wondered what they were putting in the water wherever these strangers came from. They were all tall, so beautiful and unique as to almost seem alien.

Perhaps they were?

She stifled a laugh at the thought and got in to start the car.

She was still thinking about Seaton and what he’d said about Marina and being jealous.

She shouldn’t be making so much out of it, but what on earth could a man as gorgeous as him possibly be jealous of in regards to her? There was something about the way he looked at her with those intense, earnest blue eyes that left her shaken every time and then grounded the longer she looked, as if he would take care of her over anything in the world.

Which was stupid and probably a result of reading too many romance novels. He wasn’t some angel sent to solve all her problems. He was a crazy person living on a beach, who happened to have the body and face of a Greek statue.

When she pulled up in front of the house, it was starting to get dark outside, and she hoped no one at the restaurant was mad at her for putting the closed sign on her door with little explanation.

She couldn’t turn away from someone in need, no matter how much she hated missing the dinner rush.

There were lights on inside the house, and a warm feeling lit her as she realized she wouldn’t be spending the night alone. It made the big empty house somehow feel more like home, even if there were strangers inside.

Perhaps she hadn’t realized how lonely she’d gotten.

She unlocked the front door, peeking in through the windows on either side of it as she did, not sure what to expect. After all, with their unbothered state of undress since she’d met them, she wasn’t even sure any of them would be wearing clothes.

But when she opened the door, she saw that all the doors were closed, with the lights on, and she guessed maybe Seaton had told them all to wait in their rooms.

She locked the front door behind her and carried the bags up the stairs slowly, a little tired from all the excitement of the day. She set one bag in front of Marina’s door and the other two in front of Seaton and Kai’s.

“Who is it?” Kai’s voice rang out sharply. There was a gravelly, harsh tone to his voice that made it unmistakable.

“Jenny,” she said. “I’m just leaving some clothing outside. I have no idea what will fit, so I just brought some options. Take what you want, and I can return the rest.”

“Return it where?” Kai snapped. “To the seamstress? When she has already done the work?”

“Shut up,” Seaton hissed. Then he opened the door, just peeking around, his blond hair still damp from the shower. He smelled like rainwater. “Thank you. We’ll get dressed quickly and come down.”

“Great,” she said, really hoping her cheeks didn’t betray her again. Seaton made blood rush to her face like none other, and she hated that her fair skin showed every bit of it. She turned away. “I’ll go see what I have for dinner.”

“We could cook for you,” Marina called from the next room over.

“Only if you want burnt fish,” Kai muttered in response.

Jenny laughed. “No, it’s no problem. My treat.”

“Great,” Seaton said. “We’ll see you down there.”

Jenny nodded. “See you soon.”

She felt her heart pounding like a drum as she walked back down the stairs and into the kitchen. How did just seeing Seaton have such an effect on her?

She was a practical woman. She knew her place in life. She’d graduated college with a business degree and longed to live somewhere by the ocean.

So she’d packed up, come here, taken out a small business loan, and the rest was history.

But somehow, she hadn’t really planned out the rest of her life. She hadn’t figured out how a man would come into the picture, or a family. Maybe she’d assumed she’d meet someone out here, but there weren’t a lot of options, and she was too busy to meet them anyway.

A few customers occasionally came on to her, but while they’d been friendly, she hadn’t been interested in any of them.

And it had been hard to focus on anything but keeping the restaurant afloat and keeping it and herself away from Drew’s undue interference.

But a part of her thought that as long as he owned a part of the restaurant, he would feel he owned a part of her as well.

She let out an exasperated breath as she opened the fridge and looked at her options. She had a package of prime steak that she’d been planning to take into the restaurant for a dinner special, but judging by the size of her guests and the fact that they didn’t seem to have eaten well lately, she thought maybe this was a better use for it.

She set the meat on the counter, walked onto her small deck to turn on the grill, and then sat at the counter while she waited. She could get up and put a quick salad together while the steaks cooked, but she was tired enough that she just wanted to rest for a second.

She was surprised when she saw Seaton come down into the kitchen. He was wearing a tee shirt that was tight across his powerful arms and shoulders and baggy at the waist. He had on a pair of jeans and, most oddly, a button-up shirt somehow buttoned around his waist, almost like a kilt. The checkered pattern on it didn’t help, and she snorted as she walked over to him.

She reached for the shirt and he froze, going stiff and looking down at her imperiously with those unfathomably blue eyes, those handsome, aristocratic, but masculine features. His carved lips were turned down at the corners slightly.

Could she really be having this kind of effect on him?

“Is something wrong?” he asked, moving his hips slightly out of her grasp.

“Yes,” she said. “That’s a shirt, not a skirt. Or whatever you’re doing with it.”

“Ah,” he said. “Based on the tartan, I assumed it was some sort of wrap.”

She laughed. “Are you from mars?”

He tilted his head. “No. Are there humans there?”

She stared at him, blank-faced. Was he serious with that question? She laughed nervously. “Um, no, I don’t think so… Here, let me help with this.”

He went still, exhaling softly as she reached her arms around his hips and undid the buttons. She realized just how awkward her position was when he took in a sharp breath, tensing slightly. She finished unbuttoning the shirt and drew back in relief.

She held it out for him to put his arms through it and then left it unbuttoned. “See? It’s a second shirt.”

“Why does one need a second shirt?” Seaton asked, narrowing his eyes at it and looking down at himself.

“You don’t. Only if you want to.”

He thought about it for a moment and then removed the shirt. She gulped as his muscles were revealed in that tight tee shirt again. She could almost make out his nipples if she—

“What is for dinner?”

“Right, dinner.” Snap out of it, stupid. “Steaks, I think.”

“Kai will be happy to hear it.” He followed her into the kitchen as she began pulling greens out of the fridge to prepare a salad. “How can I help?”

“You can keep me company,” she said. “I like cooking, but it can be lonely sometimes.”

“Of course,” he said, sitting precariously next to her island on one of her small bar stools.

She snorted in amusement to herself at the sight of him, and his eyes narrowed.

“What is so funny?”

“Nothing,” she said. “I guess the stool just isn’t your size.”

“Based on the size of humans around here, I think that will be the case quite a bit.”

“Humans?” she asked, prepping the steaks and shaking her head. “There you go, sounding crazy again. This is what makes me wonder where you’re from.”

“I know,” he said. “It’s complicated.”

She put up a hand. “It’s fine. I’m here to help how I can. And I’m happy to wait until you’ve all had a good meal and some sleep before I demand answers.”

“What if we can’t give you answers even then?” he asked, biting his full lower lip as he studied her.

She shifted the steak platter to one hand and swallowed. “I guess we’ll have to figure this out.” She gestured for him to follow. “Come on, you can help me with the grill.”

“Grill?” he asked.

“Yes, you can make sure the steaks cook evenly. You comfortable with fire?”

That earned her a confident smile with a secretive sparkle in his eyes as he drew up to his full height to follow her. “Oh, yes. Very comfortable.”

What did that mean?

“Right,” she said. “Maybe I’ll just let you cook them, then, while I do the salad.”

He looked slightly disappointed that she wouldn’t be staying out there with him, but she wasn’t sure how much she could take of his presence.

She was a single woman who hadn’t gotten any in a long time, and if she wasn’t careful, she’d end up wanting far more than she should from the gorgeous man with the secretive smile and the deep, soulful eyes.

Hopefully, chopping salad would act as a good lady-boner killer.