Page 360 of Summer Heat
You just had to bring up the shower didn’t you?
Connor was practically eating her up with his eyes. And she liked it. Far too much. So she chose to treat his heated stare like a solar eclipse and blindly push both men right off her porch back into the rain.
Eventually, they had no choice but to run back to their cars to avoid getting soaked.
And the very moment they were both out of sight, she rushed through her house to her bathroom, pulling her clothes off as she went.
Screw the shower, she needed a long, hot bath.
With some waterproof accessories.
She was stripped bare and just about done filling up the tub when her cell phone jangled from her bag in the bedroom.
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Groaning, she hurried out to grab the phone, answering it on the way back into the bathroom without checking the caller id. “Hello?”
“That was a quick shower.”
Abby almost fell headfirst into the tub.
Luckily, she managed to hang on to her wits though. “You know, I’m really starting to hate your investigator.”
Connor chuckled. “Actually, Skylar gave me your cell phone number before I went to pick up the flowers. She figured I might need it in case you slammed the door in my face.”
“So blood really is thicker than milkshakes,” she grumbled as she stomped over to the tub to shut off the water before it overfilled. “What do you want, Connor?”
“Now there’s a loaded question.”
The sigh she aimed at herself bounced off the tiled walls in stereo. She’d walked right into that one.
There was a brief silence over the phone line and then a very curious, “Are you talking to me from the bathroom?”
Oh my, Miss Manners would have a conniption. “Yes. But to be clear, I’m not using the bathroom or anything.”
His quiet laughter was the stuff of bath-time fodder.
The deep sound went through her like whiskey as she perched on the tub edge and swished a lazy hand through the water.
She heard him suck in a soft breath. And every nerve in her body flared to life at the sound.
“You’re taking a bath.” His voice was a full octave lower, his tone almost reverent.
Startled, Abby looked around to check the walls for eyes. A pair of piercing blue eyes in particular…a distinctly sexy set that always looked deep in thought.
“No. Not yet, anyway.”
Another pause. “So what’s stopping you?”
“You.”
Was it possible to hear someone smile?
“So because of me, your water’s getting cold?”
“Exactly. Now if you’d hurry and tell me what you want, I could get back to my bath before it gets any colder.”
“Maybe what I want is to join you in the tub. What are the chances of that happening?”
