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save your hot shower for after the walk, you’ll probably want one later. Not sure how much capacity the old boiler has for multiple showers all day.”
    “I wish you’d—” Jack started.
    “No more of that, Jack,” Charlotte admonished.
    I glanced back at him, my eyebrows raised. “Don’t tell me. Jack wants to pay to replace your hot water heater,” I stated as we followed.
    He shrugged his shoulders, lips pursing as if to say, “And?”
    Charlotte turned and rolled her eyes. “Of course he does. And I keep telling him when the time comes, Jeff and I can handle it.”
    She showed us to a pretty floral bedroom with elegant green accents and botanical prints on the wall. There were two big windows with the same view as the kitchen, over the fields. “Uh, so um.” She flushed, and my gut cinched tight with nerves. Dang, this was going to be worse than the birds and the bees talk my mom had tried when I was twelve. “You’re adults and I’ll leave you to make your own choices. This is what we call the Green Room. This bathroom here leads into the Blue Room, which is also made up. That’s where Jack usually stays. But, uh, obviously, uh—”
    “We’ll be sharing, Mum,” Jack said gently and set our bags down at the end of the large double bed. “Hope that’s okay. And if it makes you feel uncomfortable, we can go to the hotel.”
    “Goodness, no, I’m fine. It’s just, um, this is a first for me.” She chuckled and walked over to an armoire in the corner and withdrew two fresh towels that she laid on the bed. “You’ve never brought a girl home, that’s all, and I just didn’t want Keri Ann thinking I was used to this sort of thing.”
    I let out a long slow breath. My belly flooded with churning nerves. I was embarrassed. But man was I happy to hear I was the only girl Jack had ever brought home. I mean, I had an inkling, based on how separate he liked to keep his lives and protect his mother from the craziness, but it was great to hear it anyway.
    “But, um, I should just add that it’s, um…” Okay now Charlotte was flushing again. This didn’t bode well. What else was coming? “It’s an old house, thin interior walls, sound carries,” she rattled out, briskly. “Just so you know.” She swallowed and cleared her throat as she headed toward the door.
    I stood dumfounded. Too embarrassed to say a word.
    Jack slapped his hand over his eyes, his shoulders shaking with laughter.
    “So, anyway, that’s it. See you downstairs in a bit, and I’ll show you the best path to take on your walk. Cheerio,” she added, slipping out the door.
     

     
    “LOOK IN THE mirror.” Jack stood behind me where I stood at the sink, having just brushed my teeth. I was wrapped in a towel, my skin chilled in the cool air. Having access to a hot shower had been too much to resist, and I’d rinsed my body quickly so as not to waste too much hot water. I’d twisted my hair up to keep it dry since we were going for a walk outside.
    “I look tired,” I responded, agreeing to his request by meeting his eyes in the mirror.
    He leaned forward, placing his hands on the sink on either side of me. His hair was half sticking up and half flat. Hat hair. The dark stubble of his two-day-old growth made his green eyes stand out. Damn it, he was so sexy. “Yes, you do.”
    I elbowed him in the ribs.
    “But you also look absolutely beautiful.” He dropped his mouth to my bare shoulder and the curve of my neck, his unshaven face gently scraping. Eyes not breaking contact, his mouth opened, his teeth grazing, nipping my skin and his warm tongue soothing over me.
    My belly flipped and swirled scalding liquid heat through my insides at the feel of him and sight of him behind me, the passion in his gaze. My breathing caught and went from slow and relaxed to shallow and choppy in an instant.
    “I can’t believe you snuck in here and got naked without me,” he murmured against my skin, and his body pressed against my