Page 72 of Finding Kenna
“Don’t care.”
“And you haven’t seen my bedroom yet,” he added suggestively.
Kenna smiled, then turned in his arms. “True. Tell me you have a king-size bed.”
“I have a king-size bed.”
“And that the master bathroom is to die for.”
“It is,” he agreed. “Rain shower, huge claw-foot tub, double sinks, heated tiles on the floor, and the toilet is in a separate little room with a door.”
Kenna burst out laughing at that. “And that’s a plus?” she asked.
“Of course. I like my privacy when I’m doing my business,” he said with a straight face.
“Hmmm. I think maybe I would like to see your room then. But if it doesn’t compare to this balcony, I’m coming right back out here.”
“I think you’ll be pleased,” Marshall said mysteriously. “Come on.” He took her hand in his and led her back into the living area of the apartment.
Kenna let him tow her down a small hallway toward a door at the end. She caught a glimpse of a guest bathroom on her way that was bigger than her master bathroom back at her apartment.
Marshall didn’t hesitate to throw open the door at the end of the hall, gesturing for her to enter.
Kenna was about to make a joke, something about a spider and a fly, but her words stuck in her throat when she walked into the room.
The entire wall next to the bed was windows. Floor to ceiling. It was almost like being out on the balcony, but without the breeze. “Holy crap,” she whispered.
“Told you you’d like it,” Marshall said smugly.
Kenna looked up at him. “It’s incredible! But doesn’t the light bother you when you’re trying to sleep?”
In response, Marshall walked over to a panel on the wall next to the windows and pushed a button. The windows went from clear to black within seconds.
“What? How is that possible?”
Marshall shrugged. “No clue. They’ve got some sort of mechanism in the glass.” He pushed another button and the windows changed once more to a light gray, letting in some light, but still muted. He then pushed one last button, and the glass cleared again, letting in the afternoon sunlight.
“Wow,” she said after a long pause.
“You’re speechless,” Marshall joked. “I’m impressed.”
“No, I’m impressed,” Kenna told him.
“Wait until you see the bathroom.”
She followed him to another door and had to admit that it was pretty damn spectacular. Again, it was fancy as hell, but his toiletries were spread over the counter, along with a hand towel sitting next to one of the sinks, instead of hanging on the rack nearby. Another towel barely clinging to a rack on the wall made the space seem less hoity-toity.
She couldn’t help but imagine her and Marshall inside the huge shower stall. There was a small bench inside that she knew they could put to good use.
“I see your mind working,” Marshall said.
Kenna grinned. “Yup,” she said without embarrassment.
“So, you like?”
“I like,” Kenna told him. “And if I had the money, I’d totally want to live here.”
Marshall nodded, then grabbed her hand and started pulling her out of the room.
