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the task in quick order, the efficient movements not perfectly in sync, but companionable. Each dropped a case-enclosed pillow on the bed to finish at the same time.
    He looked across the expanse of comforter at her, and she looked back.
    He cleared his throat. “I’ll say good night then. The closet’s behind you. Extra blanket if you want it.”
    She turned to look in that direction, as if it might be tough to spot a closet door in the middle of a wall . . . or as if she wanted an excuse to stop looking back at him.
    “Through this door—” He jerked his head to the door behind him. “—there’s a bathroom. Small but private.”
    ****
    P rivate was good, she thought as she climbed into the bed with the homework Myrna had assigned.
    Still, even with a bedroom and bathroom to herself, she was sharing this space — his house — with him. She hadn’t planned on that when she’d packed.
    First thing tomorrow, she was going shopping for a few necessary items for that kind of sharing.
    Right after she explored his house.
    After all, she was supposed to be living here, too.

TUESDAY
CHAPTER FIVE
     
    K.D. did not get her exploring or shopping in, because Myrna had other ideas of how to start the day. Coffee, juice, and drill sergeant.
    Actually, Eric did the coffee and juice. Also fluffy scrambled eggs and perfectly toasted bagels.
    Drill sergeant? That was all Myrna.
    But K.D. didn’t know that when she showered and dressed before opening the door to the hall, carrying the papers she’d studied last night.
    The door to the room she’d guessed was Eric’s bedroom was closed. The door to the hall bath, however, was open.
    From the hall, she could see that the towels had been hung, not dropped to the white tile floor. But the hanging job would never pass muster with a neat freak. Not that she was one. Not really. Just because the rest of Cabot’s officers were slobs . . . .
    She stepped into the bathroom and adjusted a towel so it wouldn’t slide off the bar.
    The towels were the same dark green as the pillows on the living room couch she’d noticed through an archway last night. And the shower curtain was green with abstract sweeps of white and cream. She twitched it back, spotting a grocery store shampoo — not the cheapest, but nothing a stylist would ever sell — soap, a washcloth.
    The counter surrounding the sink was smooth and as white as the floor. Not vinyl, she knew that, but she didn't know what it was. A few water specks, a couple stray hairs. She flipped open the medicine cabinet above the sink. Not the regulation, narrow kind her matchbox apartment offered. But generous in width and depth, with three panels of mirrors. The two on either side could adjust for an all-around view, though he had them flat.
    A razor was there, along with a can of shaving cream. She mentally catalogued the basic collection of headache pills, a couple over-the-counter packets for allergies, bandages. A mug held a hairbrush and combs on the bottom shelf. She closed the cabinet door, catching a glimpse of the form standing at the doorway.
    Without turning around, she said, "I’m surprised Myrna hasn’t told you that you need a new toothbrush."
    He stepped across the threshold and leaned against the doorframe. "Would you believe me if I said she hasn’t?"
    She twisted her neck to look up at him. "No."
    "You missed this." He stepped into the room. It wasn’t a bad size for a bathroom, but it suddenly seemed that the only way for two people to navigate it was if they stuck close to each other.
    Reaching in front of her, he caught the narrow front panel of the cabinet directly below the sink and tilted it back, revealing a triangular space that held nail clippers, and small scissors.
    "A secret drawer, huh?"
    "A wife should know all a husband's secrets."
    A flash crossed her mind, too quick to be identified. Then she saw something in his eyes that definitely hadn’t come from his mind. Uh-oh, maybe her flash hadn’t