Her shoulders sagged. “I mean, I don’t—I don't have a working shower. I’ve been going to my friend’s to shower and she’s out of town.”
“Oh, well—”
“Everything okay? I thought I heard something.”
They both turned to find Kerrie standing at the door.
Reese quickly wiped her eyes while forcing a smile. “It’s nothing. Just a coffee accident.”
“I can see that.”
“I guess I look a mess,” she said, suddenly feeling insecure.
“Why don’t you go on home. It’s almost the end of the day. I’ll close everything down here.”
She wanted to argue, but the coffee was now completely through the top of her slacks and was wetting through to her panties. It was becoming really uncomfortable. She found herself nodding. “Okay. Yeah, yeah, I’d like that. Are you sure you don’t mind?”
“Not at all. Have a good weekend.”
Kerrie left them to go back to her office.
She watched Matty unroll several paper towels, dropping them on the coffee spilled on the floor. She felt a twinge of guilt. “Um, thank you. I can get that, though.”
“Nah, I got it. You can go on. I promise I’ll lock up,” she said before setting the roll on the desk and fishing a key ring out of her pocket. She shimmied a key off and held it out. “Here. Why don’t you go get cleaned up at my place?”
Reese’s mouth dropped open. “What?”
“You need a shower. I have a perfectly good working one. You know where I live.”
“I—I can’t do that.”
“Sure, you can. Swing by your place for clothes, go to my place, and shower. I don’t get off for an hour. If you leave before I get there, then just put the key under the mat.”
Reese didn’t know what to say. She’d been nothing but an ass to this woman. She’d yelled at her twice now. Been rude as hell. And here the woman with dreamy, droopy brown eyes and wispy hair that just begged to have a hand run through it was being kind to her. Unselfishly so.
Guilt twisted her insides. She found herself speaking in a much softer tone. “You don’t have to do this.”
Her words were greeted with a shrug and a light shake of the key. “I know I don’t have to. I want to. Take the key and go get cleaned up.”
“You’re just giving me the key to your place. You don’t even know me that well.”
“I doubt you’ll rob me. But if you do, please at least don’t let Hester out.”
She tilted her head, an amused smile tugging at her lips. “Hester?”
“A crotchety feline with a strong personality. Trust me, she’s not worth stealing,” Matty said with a grin before dropping to her knees to clean up the spill. Reese didn’t miss the way her jeans tightened around her thighs as she leaned back on her heels.
“All right, you can keep your cat. I, well, thank you. This is really nice of you.”
“Not a problem,” she waved her off.
“Could you hand me my purse from the bottom drawer?”
Matty leaned forward, withdrawing the bag from the desk. “Here you go.”
“Thank you again.”
She started to leave, then stopped at the large box. “Oh, what was the reason you were here for?”
