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a small ice bucket. To the right was the largest king bed she had ever seen. Though it might have just felt that way at the time, considering she really, really wanted to find two doubles.
    In the back was a bathroom. The sink and mirror were in a little alcove that was open to the rest of the room. The shower and toilet at least had a door with a lock.
    “So you’re going to sleep on the floor, right?”
    “Not a chance in hell,” Ty said. “I’m pretty sure they don’t vacuum the carpets in a place like this.”
    “Don’t be such a snob,” Juliette said. “I’m sure it’s clean.”
    “I’m a Republican. I’m allowed to be a snob.” He collapsed on the corner of the bed. “Yep. I’m good right here. Unless you want to sleep on the floor. By all means, be my guest.”
    “You’re getting the bed wet,” she scolded. “That’s most definitely your side.” Juliette stepped past him and headed for the bathroom. She was cold and wet and anxious to get out of the heavy clothes that clung to her skin. If they had been at a nicer hotel they might have had spare robes, but here they were lucky to get clean towels.
    Juliette turned back to face Tyler. “Here’s the thing,” she said. “I need to know that you are going to be on your best behavior tonight.”
    Ty grinned. “Aren’t I always?”
    “I mean it. I’m cold and I’m tired and I’m pretty sure I am going to come down with some kind of pneumonia if I don’t get out of these clothes.”
    He froze.
    “So I’m taking a shower. And when I am done, I am going to dry off and sleep in one of these towels. Maybe while I’m doing that you can make some kind of pillow barricade to divide up the bed.”
    “What are we, fourteen?”
    “I’m serious. Nothing is going to happen tonight.”
    Ty shrugged and watched her disappear into the bathroom.

Chapter 10: Nighttime Rituals
    Even in the dark the hot shower was like a little piece of heaven. Juliette let the warmth soak into her like liquid sunshine. If she could have, she would have stayed in the shower all night. At least then she would be warm. But that wasn’t possible, nor was it fair. What if Ty wanted to take a shower and she used up what little hot water they had?
    The thought of the senator naked was enough to make her jerk the faucet in the “off” direction. If she started lingering over images like that, this was going to be a very, very long night. Juliette traced her hand along for the shower curtain and pulled it aside so that she could climb out. Then she reached for the dingy towel and began to dry off.
    Five minutes later she was standing with her hand on the doorknob. She checked the towel for the fifth time. It was knotted and secure. And there was no way in hell she was going to let it come off. Still, she couldn’t make herself step out into the room where Ty was waiting. Maybe she should put on her old clothes again.
    One look at the ice-cold and sopping wet jeans and she tossed that idea aside. She might as well go stand out in the rain again if she was going to do that.
    Suck it up, Juliette.

    She turned the knob and pulled the door open.
    The silence in the room was almost as unnerving as the dark. For one horrifying moment she thought perhaps Tyler had left. Maybe he came to his senses and went to find another room.
    But when she called out his name, his cell phone snapped on.
    “Jesus. You scared me.”
    “Sorry.” Ty sat up on the bed and then stood. “I was just enjoying the quiet.” He moved toward her. Juliette fought the instinct to grab hold of her towel. “How was the shower?”
    “The water’s hot,” she said. “For now.”
    He moved past her without a second glance and stepped into the bathroom.
    Juliette hesitated, then, feeling a little stupid for not trusting Tyler to behave, she made her way to the bed.
    The moment she sank into the lumpy mattress, all of the anxiousness and exhaustion piled up inside her. Once again she was alone with Tyler.