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“Technically, you could completely strip. Your pic might appear online after, though.”

“Exactly. I try to avoid those situations.”

“You’re not one for posting on social media?” she asks.

“Nope. I used to do that stuff, but it got to be too much to keep up with. I could hire someone to take care of it for me, but I think most of the fans who follow us on social media are younger. They want to see our young players in their feed, not an old man like me.”

Her expression is skeptical. “I don’t know if I believe that, but you keep doing you.”

Stepping under the nozzle, I try to keep my eyes closed and let the water run over my face, but I keep shifting my position and shooting quick glances in Rori’s direction. She lets her long hair down and pulls the elastic onto her wrist like a bracelet. When she steps under the spray and water sluices from the top of her head to her feet, she looks like some water nymph whose sole purpose is to tempt me.

I scrub my head, removing any sand that may have settled there, and turn the temperature to cool for the final seconds of my rinse. Shutting off the water, I drip my way over to the small pool house and grab a couple of towels for us.

Rori’s just finished her shower when I return. I hand over the long, green towel and wrap the other one around my waist.

“Thanks. I was so excited to get all the sand and salt off my skin, I forgot about drying off.” She drops her head forward and rubs the towel over her hair.

“Do you want some dry clothes to change into?” I ask.

She straightens back up. “I can put my shorts and tank top back on.” She wraps the towel around herself.

“Let’s head inside. I’ll show you where the bathroom is.”

“Sounds good.”

We grab our stuff from the chairs, leaving the shoes and socks on the patio for now. I make a quick stop to fire up the grill, so it’ll be nice and hot by the time we’re dressed.

Opening the back porch door, I usher her in front of me. “You sure you don’t want a t-shirt to put on?”

She glances at the tank top in her grasp. “You know what, I think I do.”

“No problem.” I lead her through the house and up the stairs. “This is my room,” I say as we step inside. Moving to the dresser, I tug a black Coyotes t-shirt from the drawer and hand it over to her.

“Thank you.” She smiles softly.

“You’re welcome to use my bathroom, or I can show you to the guest one.”

“I’ll just jump in yours. I’ll only be a minute.” She disappears inside and closes the door.

Tipping my head back, I exaggeratedly blow out a breath. Rori’s inmybathroom putting onmyshirt.Don’t think about it and get changed.

Grabbing clean clothes, I strip naked and pull on boxer briefs. I slip on a gray t-shirt and black shorts before tossing the wet clothes in the hamper. Rori opens the bathroom door and comes out with the wet items bundled into a ball.

I gesture to the towel. “Let me take that for you.”

“Thanks.” She hands it off to me and I add it to the hamper before I get a good look at her in my t-shirt. Hanging to mid-thigh, it makes it seem as if she’s naked underneath.Jesus, Joseph, and Mary, please give me strength to resist her.

We head back downstairs to the kitchen and I find a bag for her wet clothes. “Here you go.”

“Thank you.” She places them inside and drops the bag on the counter next to her keys.

“I hope you like burgers and dogs,” I say, grabbing a plate of patties from the fridge.

“I do. What can I help you with?”

“Nothing right now. Help yourself to whatever you want. I’m gonna throw these on the grill.” I head out to the backyard and place the burgers on the grill’s hot grates, then carry the empty plate back inside. I find Rori in the kitchen, cutting up vegetables for a salad.

Her gaze lifts from the cutting board to meet mine. “I hope you don’t mind I raided your produce drawer.”

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