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“That’s my natural manly musk. Don’t diss it,” he chortled, closing the door. A moment later the shower started up.
I didn’t have anything to do so I figured I should be a nice daughter and call my mom so I could give her an update on our progress. Before we left, she’d told me to call her every day. So far, I was sucking at that.
“Liv?” She answered on the second ring.
“Hey mom,” I replied, laying back on the bed and staring at the ceiling.
“You didn’t call me yesterday. I was worried, but I thought maybe I shouldn’t call you.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry about that, mom. I suck.
I was so tired that I forgot,” I stifled a yawn.
“You sound like you’re tired now,” she laughed.
“I am.”
“What have you been up to?” She asked.
“Trace made me jump off a bridge,” I said nonchalantly.
“He what?!” She screamed so I had to hold the phone away from ear.
“We went bungee jumping. It was actually pretty fun,” I shrugged, even though she couldn’t see me.
“Geez, way to give your mom a heart attack, Liv.”
“Sorry. I didn’t think about the way that would sound,” I apologized. I didn’t need to scare my poor mother into going into labor early.
“So, besides bungee jumping, what else did you do?” Her tone was clipped and I knew she was still fretting over the bungee jumping. I shouldn’t have told her. Lesson learned.
“We went to the Heinz museum yesterday, and this morning we saw the Liberty Bell and toured Independence Hall.”
“Where are you now?”
“New York,” I adjusted one of the pillows behind my back.
“At least you’re making progress,” she commented. “I better get to bed.”
“Of course,” I looked at the time, feeling bad that I’d called her after ten. “Love you, mom.”
“I love you too, Liv.”
I had just put my phone away when the bathroom door opened and steam billowed out. Trace stood in a pair of low hanging pajama bottoms and a t-shirt.
“Gotta keep it decent for the kiddos,” he winked, heading for the door. He turned back to me and swiped his thumb across my lip. “You had a little drool there. I didn’t know my plaid pajama pants would turn you on so much or I would’ve whipped these bad boys out a long time ago.”
I blushed at his words. Curse you, traitorous cheeks!
“Now that you’re sufficiently flustered, I have a story to read,” he opened the door.
“I hate you,” I spat playfully before the door closed.
“Sure you do,” he called.
I grabbed a clean pair of pajamas and stepped into the bathroom. It was nothing like the bathroom we’d had to use at the motel yesterday. It was fairly large to be attached to a guestroom and kept tidy and clean. I turned the water on and stripped out of my clothes, more than happy to finally wash the lake scum off of me. I pulled the ponytail holder out of my hair and let it fall down my back. I stuck my hand under the spray to test the temperature and when I found that it was perfect, I stepped inside.
An embarrassing gasp of pleasure escaped my lips. I had taken for granted just how great a nice shower was.
