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Surprisingly, the sink was sparkling clean. And I had to admit I was surprised there wasn’t a crumb in sight. I was almost sure I could eat off the floor too.
However, the pan situation was not ideal. The cupboard contained a mishmash of pans, cookie sheets, colanders, and plates. I shook my head. My organized soul wanted to rip it apart and force it into making sense. I grabbed a fry pan and quickly shut the door against the avalanche of cookware.
As much as I enjoyed spice, I needed a few more items. The cabinets were chaos.
I gave up and headed for the hallway he’d disappeared into. “Thor?”
“Yeah?”
“Where’s your spices?”
“What?”
“Where are your spices?”
“I can’t hear you—open the door.”
I paused at the doorknob. Showering was intimate business—hell, the whole bathroom deal was.
“Ruby, you’ve seen it all too, remember?”
I blew out a breath and opened the door. He was far too large for the bathroom that hadn’t seen an update since the 70s. His head lifted over the top of the shower curtain ring around the claw-footed tub.
I laughed at the soapy hair he’d piled on top of his head.
He opened one eye. “Can I help you?”
“Spices? Salt and pepper? Possibly other things.”
“Oh. Over the stove. Top cabinet.” He turned around and crouched so he could get under the spray.
That super clean soap scent filled the steamy room. Obviously, I didn’t have any resistance to this guy today. Or since we’d rescued the dog, to be honest.
I couldn’t help looking around. Evidently, nosy bitch was my new name tag today. Again, the space was freaking spotless. It was a hideous green tile, but the sink, commode, tub, and shelves were gleaming white.
He was such a weird mixed bag of puzzle pieces that didn’t seem to fit. But that didn’t mean I didn’t want to see how they lined up.
Even if I didn’t want to want to.
“Just gonna watch?”
“Sorry.” I’m trying to figure out your psyche while you shower? Yeah, that wasn’t going to go over well. “I was trying to figure out what that scent was. You usually smell like soap, but not like guy soap.”
Uh huh, that sounded way better. What was wrong with me?
He held up a blue bottle with a duck on it. “Good enough to get crude oil off a duck, good enough for me.”
I busted out laughing. A deep belly laugh that came from my toes. When was the last time I’d even been that amused? I really didn’t know. “Yep, that’s the one. You are so weird.”
He shook out his wet hair and whipped the curtain open. “You like it.”
I was aware my mouth had dropped open, but I couldn’t stop it. Under the cover of night, I’d gotten a good handle on things—at least I’d thought so. Nope. That was a whole lot of man. His skin was golden and darker tan through the sh
oulders and arms.
God, universe, the divine...they’d all been involved in granting some serious blessings to this man.
Lucky raked his hands through his hair to get out the water then grabbed the towel off the bar. He didn’t bother cinching it over his hips. Instead, he just swiped away water from his chest as Lucky Jr. increased in muscle mass. “Enjoying the view?”
