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We were still fast asleep the next morning when the sound of the front door opening and closing woke me.
“Are you decent, Mr. Knight?” My housekeeper, Dottie, called out.
“No!” I yelled back in a sleep-addled voice. “Give me a few, Dot!”
“I’ll be in the kitchen.”
“Who’s that?” Devyn whispered, her eyes fluttering open.
“Dottie, my housekeeper.”
“You think she brought breakfast?”
I chuckled. “Probably not, but she might have the fixings to make us some.”
“We should shower,” she said. “I bet I look rode hard and put away wet, as Jesse likes to say.”
“I’ll go get your suitcase from the living room. You can get in the shower.”
“Okay.” She paused, reaching for me. “By the way—good morning.”
“Good morning.” I brushed my lips across hers.
We shared a soft look that was hard to interpret, other than how much we seemed to enjoy waking up together, and then I pulled on sweats as I went to find Dot and get Devyn’s suitcase.
“Good morning.” Dot smiled from where she was putting groceries away.
“Good morning. Did you bring anything for breakfast?” I asked hopefully.
“Were you thinking bacon and eggs or quiche or something sweet like cinnamon rolls?”
I laughed. “All of the above?”
“I don’t know if I can deliver all of it,” she said. “But I can make you bacon and eggs with fried potatoes and homemade biscuits? Take me about thirty minutes.”
“Perfect.” I leaned over to kiss her cheek. “Thank you. We’re going to shower and get dressed.”
“I’m not even going to ask about the towels all over the piano.” She rolled her eyes at me.
“Yeah, better if you don’t.”
“But I will ask if there’s something special about this one? I don’t think you’ve ever kept one around for breakfast. Other than Cheyenne.”
I smiled. “Everything is different about this one.”
“Oh.” She smiled back. “That’s nice to hear. You need someone special in your life. You pretend to be such a bad boy, but deep down you’re a kind, gentle soul looking for someone to love you the way you deserve.”
I opened my mouth to ask her what the hell she was talking about, but maybe she was right. She and my mother seemed to feel the same way.
“I’m going to shower,” I murmured, slipping out of the room.
I put Devyn’s suitcase on the bench in my walk-in closet so it would be easier for her to dig through and then found her in the shower. Her eyes were closed, head back, as she let the water sluice over her hair and face. She looked so beautiful I had to stop and just admire her. Every curve of her body, from her breasts to her hips to her shapely thighs. How seductive it was when she lifted her hands to smooth her hair back out of her face. She was stunning.
And she didn’t even realize it.
At least not right now, as she absently washed her hair.
“You should be in my shower every day,” I breathed as I stepped inside to join her.
