lips.
Damn it!
“Toni?”
Toni opened the door to find Bridget holding out a suitcase.
“I had Mike grab your things from the truck. I thought you might want to get cleaned up while I make a beer run and the guys go unload the rest of the stuff.”
Toni shrugged, failing miserably at appearing nonchalant.
“Yeah, maybe I will hop in the shower quick… Brush my teeth… Throw on some clean clothes.”
For some reason the knowing smirk on Bridget’s face was really, really annoying.
Chapter Six
Toni gulped water from the shower spray before turning off the taps. She still felt sluggish from nearly two days in and out of consciousness, but the hot water had done wonders. She groped for the towel on its hook outside the bath tub, rubbed herself dry, then wrapped the too-small terry cloth around her body, struggling to overlap the ends enough to secure it above her left breast. Stepping out into the foggy tiled room, she cracked open the window to clear the steam then dug the toothbrush and paste from her makeup bag. The mirror was completely steamed over, and while she brushed her teeth with one hand, she reached out with the other to swipe a clear path across the glass.
She paused before her palm touched the glass. The encounter in the ice-cream parlour rushed back to her and she jerked her hand away. She’d leave the mirror-touching to someone else. Toni tossed her toothbrush into the sink, then pulled open the bathroom door a sliver and shouted through the crack.
“Bridget, could you come in here?”
Footfalls thundered up the hall.
Geez, I must have them worried. She sounds like she’s really moving.
When the pounding feet reached the hall outside the bathroom door, Toni stepped back to let Bridget in, but still jumped when the door flung inward and bounced against the pedestal sink with a loud crack . The tucked end of the towel sprang free about the same instant she realised that it was not Bridget, but Liam Greco who’d answered her call.
Toni thought it must be a universal truth that unexpected nakedness had something of a paralysing effect. Liam stood frozen in the doorway like a photograph of an action hero poised for battle. Toni wished she could close her mouth, but her lower jaw refused to lift. She could see that Liam was struggling mightily to keep his eyes on hers, but, while the rest of him remained statue-still, the temptation proved too much and his gaze raked over her. She saw his eyebrow twitch upward.
The initial shock took just seconds to wear off, but the damage was done. Toni used her left arm to cover her nipples, shoving her hand under her right armpit. The effect, she was well aware, was the formation of a colossal cleavage. She spread her right hand over her pubic hair and turned—but not so far that she exposed her ass—to locate her towel. It was on the floor behind her and she struggled with which hand to employ for the grab. Something was going to be exposed—again.
Liam’s trance also broke and he turned his head to the left as if examining the shower curtain.
“Okay, I’m not looking.”
“What the hell is the difference now? I’m not going to get any more naked. And why didn’t you just close the door? And where the hell is O’Malley?”
“She ran to the store and the other guys are unloading the truck. They told me to listen for you. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
Liam turned his gaze to the floor and bent to reach for the towel.
His hair brushed just above her knee as he knelt forward. His shoulder touched her leg. Toni looked down at the broad expanse of his muscular back. His head was down and he’d found the towel, but he didn’t stand up. He shifted and his biceps made contact with her knee. He moved again and his forearm lay against her calf. The place where their skin met buzzed. Toni held her breath. The light bulbs on either side of the mirror glowed just a bit brighter. The steam in the room seemed to have gathered