See you tomorrow afternoon?
And you’ll introduce me to Jeremy?
I grimaced.
Otis’s love life was… complicated. I didn’t exactly want to invite that particular drama into the competition.
Only if you don’t get your heart involved.
Sigh. We’ll both be spinsters.
With a plethora of cats.
At 1:45 p.m. I shook feeling into my hands, rolled my neck until it cracked with satisfaction, and decided that no one—not even my arch-nemesis—needed to seework-mode Nora.
There were no en-suites, but two shared bathrooms across the hall.
When I flipped on the light in my usual one, the bulb flickered like it was hosting a rave. Nope, had to be on drugs to enjoy this one without getting a migraine.
I grabbed my leopard-print toiletry bag from above the sink and headed for bathroom number two.
Heat hit me. Then…something else.
There, in a cloud of steam, stood rolling muscle, sculpted shoulders, dimples carved into a lower back which had to be CGI. The back tapered into a very,verynicely formed?—
“Can I help you?”
Oh no.
I was staring.
At John.
AtnakedJohn.
I shut my eyes and silently chantedboils, boils, boils, but it was no use.
There had definitely beennoboils.
“Nora? It’s getting cold.”
My treacherous eyes popped open.Notmy fault!
I inhaled and went on the defensive.
“Why on earth wouldn’t you lock the door when you’re…” I gestured widely. “Naked?”
He grabbed a towel from the rack and wrapped it around his waist, mercifully hiding things I should not have been admiring.
“I thought everyone was downstairs already. And why wouldn’tyouknock?”
His damp hair curled boyishly across his forehead.
His body was… distracting.
Tiny rivulets of water ran down his torso and soaked into the towel.
So much man. So little cotton.
