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“Don’t use up all the hot water,” I tease him.
“Don’t eat all the cookies while I’m gone,” he counters, raising me a smirk.
“I’m not going to,” I protest as he gets up and leaves the room.
The cookies sit there on the plate, smelling thoroughly tempting.
I pick a gingerbread man up. “One more won’t ruin my appetite.”
I get out of bed and put the plate on the dresser. I don’t know how hungry Adrian thought I was, but the remaining five cookies on the plate tell me Silas made way too many of them.
They’re probably going to be offered after every meal for the rest of the week, at least.
I polish off my second cookie and go to the closet to look out the outfit I bought to wear tonight. The slinky, sleeveless red and white striped dress felt more appropriate than the velvet, fur-lined number the store assistant tried to sell me. Winters in Wolf Creek are mild. It’s kind of breezy outside at night, which can get a little cold some of the time, and it’s cool but bright during the day.
I have a strapless white bra and lacy panties to go under the dress, red heels and a box of red hair-dye to give myself a few red streaks. It should look cute, and not like I’m a horror movie psychopath. The sales assistant assured me. I’ve watched Carter streak my hair blue enough times to feel like I know what I’m doing.
I stuff the box dye into my purse when I hear Adrian’s footsteps out in the hallway.
It’s a surprise, and I’m not sure if my guys will like it, but considering shifting forms strips out temporary colors, I don’t have anything to lose.
I pick up my underwear and my purse as Adrian steps into the room wrapped in a towel.
My gaze fixes on his wet hair dripping water onto his sculpted chest and the air leaves the room.
I hold my stuff against my chest while I try to remember how to breathe.
He raises an eyebrow at me, and I pull myself together.
“About time,” I tell him, as I pass.
I hear him snort before the door closes.
I dart across the cold hallway floor to the bathroom.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Silas
Sara’sinthebackyard again. I close the blinds when I walk into the kitchen and see her standing within eyeshot of the window. Really, I shouldn’t have opened them. I knew she’d come back, and she has. It’s not a surprise. I make a mental note to leave the blinds closed from now on.
She’ll get the message eventually and quit standing out there like a stalker waiting for attention.
“Okay, I’m here,” Carter says, announcing his arrival loudly enough to make me regret telling him he could help if he really wanted to. “What do you need me to do?”
“You can help with the veggies,” I tell him, as I put the chopping board down on the counter.
Leaning down to turn the oven on for the roast, my elbow bumps into Carter’s back.
He’s already getting in my way. We’re off to an excellent start here, for sure.
“I thought you said you were here to help?” I ask, glancing back at him.
He moves back a bit and I see he’s fiddling with something. He’s trying to open the container of gingerbread cake I baked specifically for Rachel, because she’s such a fan of gingerbread.
“Could you be any less helpful?” I mutter, shaking my head at him.
“I’m helping,” he protests. “I just need a little snack first.”
