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with Glee Club and choir and dance. Do we really want her to get involved in yet another thing we'll have to go and watch?”
    My nose wrinkled before I could stop it. “You don't like watching Jody perform?”
    “Oh no, of course I do.” His dimple appeared, but the way he ran his hand through his hair told me he was hedging. “I just...” He cleared his throat, pointing back at the board. “I just don't want to have to sit through jazz as well. Please, could you just not show her this one...for me?”
    His soft gaze was on full -beam and I always found it impossible to resist. We'd been dating nearly six months, and the desire to please him was just as strong as the day he first asked me out. I didn't always understand the power he seemed to have over me, but I knew I never wanted to lose him, and so I nodded and took his hand, turning away from the audition notice and vowing never to give away my secret.

    My skeleton remained locked up tight in a shower cubicle and I was happy to keep it there. It was probably the reason why I always had such long showers. Aunt Fiona used to tell me off for using up all the hot water. She'd bang on the door, interrupting me mid-verse, and tell me to hurry up. Wretched woman. She never knew how to have any fun. Her showers lasted a minute, tops. In, soap, wash, out. She had no concept of how luxurious a shower could really be.
    I danced my fingers under the hot spray and sighed.
    Heaven.
    I stepped into the hot oasis and stretched my neck back, letting the water run down my front, heating me, soaking into my skin. I closed my eyes.
    “Heaven,” I sang the word in a whisper. “I'm in heaven.”
    My voice grew stronger as I sang through the first verse of “Cheek to Cheek.” Louis Armstrong and Ella Fitzgerald sang my favorite version of the song. I was so in love with those two , probably because my mother was a jazz/swing freak. Frank Sinatra, Nat King Cole, Louis Armstrong...they were always filling our house with music. But Ella, she was my mom's favorite, and she'd quickly become mine. The woman had a voice like an angel...the supreme songbird, Mom used to say.
    I ended the verse strong on the high note and was about to dip low for the last line when a deep, masculine voice joined me from the other side of the wall.
    “When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek.”
    My breath hitched, my heart rate tripling. Man, that was a sexy voice. My insides flooded with heat and it wasn't because of the shower. I bit my lip, wondering how to respond. My mind flashed with images of a naked man beneath his own shower head. What did he look like? If the person matched the voice, he must be built like a Greek god. My insides coiled tight as I touched the tiles in front of me.
    I'd never had such a physical reaction to someone's voice before. I mean, yeah, David was sexy in his own way, but whoever was on the other side of the wall was making my knees weak.
    The man chuckled, a low, gruff sound from his throat...at least I thought it was a chuckle. It was kind of hard to hear through the wall, but then he started singing again and I heard the smooth sound with crystal clarity. “Oh, I'd love to climb a mountain and to reach the highest peak.”
    He paused.
    Waiting.
    For me.
    Pressing my lips together, I blinked a couple of times and then grinned.

CHAPTER FIVE

    COLE

    My alarm jolted me awake, piercing my sleep like a sword through the brain. I reached for my watch and scrambled to turn it off, tempted to roll over and forget it ever started beeping. My eyes were just closing when I let out a groggy groan.
    “Get your ass up, Cole,” I mumbled, forcing my body out of bed.
    Scrubbing a hand over my face, I rubbed the back of my neck, trying to encourage my fuzzy brain into operation. The best thing to wake me up would be a shower. I grabbed my stuff and stumbled out the door.
    The corridors were empty, and I liked it that way. I threw back the men’s bathroom door and hit the