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need to worry.”
    “I am an
army,” he said between bites.
    Eying him up
and down, she figured that was probably true.
    Now that she
had food in her stomach, she could assess her state of dirtiness.
Never, ever in her existence had she been this unwashed. Not even
when she’d gone camping with her previous boyfriend, Eric, for a
week and they’d gotten lost in the forest.
    “I’m going to
take a bath, if you don’t mind.”
    Torrent seemed
in love with his food at the moment, too in love to answer. That
was good. She smiled at him in complete understanding as he hooked
a thumb upward.
    She nodded.
“The bathroom is upstairs. Got it.”
    She picked up
the bundle of clothes, left the kitchen and walked through the
living room. The railing of the stairway felt smooth beneath her
hand as she ascended. She could imagine Torrent polishing it smooth
out in the front yard, shirt off, muscles working as he moved, skin
golden from the sun….
    She shook her
head. Yep, she was feeling better. Her libido was perking up.
    At the top of
the stairs was a sitting room with a couch, a chair, and filled
bookshelves. A library? Checking out some of the offerings, she
found a selection of books she was familiar with, classics from her
dimension. Odd. She frowned. She’d have to remember to ask Torrent
about that.
    The short
hallway led to two bedrooms and a very nice, spacious bathroom. The
end of the hallway opened up into a huge master bedroom suite. She
walked around with her mouth hanging open, exploring. This was a
beautiful house by any measure, but to find it here, in the middle
of nowhere, and knowing that it had been built by the hands of
men—and likely without much heavy equipment—blew her mind.
    Clutching her
clothes, she wandered into the master bathroom. It looked like her
bathroom at home—except much bigger and nicer. Setting down her
bundle, she turned the spigot on in the shower and out came hot
water. Way out here in the middle of the forest. How had he managed
that?
    At the moment,
she didn’t care. Ditching the blanket, she stepped into the shower
and had the most orgasmic experience of her life. The water sluiced
down her body, mixing with the healthy lather of soap she gave
herself. She washed her hair and body three times, until her skin
was a beautiful, polished pink, then scrubbed all the grime out
from beneath her nails.
    After drying
off, she picked up the clothes her sisters had brought for her.
Among the garments she found a soft, loose nightgown made of
something that felt like cotton. There was also a pair of white
slippers. Thank goodness her sisters had brought comfortable
clothing. She slipped into the gown, towel-dried her hair, and
slipped out the door.
    Halfway down
the hallway, she found Torrent emerging from the other bathroom in
a cloud of steam. He was shirtless, a pair of baggy pants encasing
him from the waist down. Water droplets glistened on his smooth,
tanned skin and he smelled good enough to lick.
    She stopped
short and tried not to swallow her tongue. Now that some of her
basic needs as a human had been met, her awareness of Torrent as a
man rushed through her. “Um.”
    “Do you feel
better?”
    “Incredibly.”
She tore her gaze away from his torso. “How do you get so much hot
water way out here in the middle of nowhere?”
    “The pipes for
the showers draw from a hot spring. There are many such springs in
Lycaon territory.”
    “And where does
the power come from? I see you have electricity.”
    “We use solar
power and wind. It’s better to use what we can from nature, isn’t
it?”
    She realized
she was staring at his chest again. Damn it. “Um. I’m tired.”
    “I could sleep
for a week.” He grinned at her.
    “Let’s do it,
then. Where’s a bed? Uh. For sleeping. You know, for a week.”
    His grin
widened and she blushed. “This way.”
    He led her back
into the master bedroom. His bed was huge and covered with soft
blankets and pillows. It looked like