Well, not scoring. Now she was givinghim a look like she knew he was thinkingaboutsex.
He wasn’t, though, not at this particular moment. He was wondering if her eyes would go a little unfocused when she lifted those glasses up and he leaned in to kiss her. If she’d keep them on, or slide them off as he moved in and telegraphed hisintentto—
She grabbed the second bag she’d brought back with her from the main lodge,and he gave up that fantasy for the timebeing.
“What’sthat?”
“Lavender sachets and a soothing foot balm,” she muttered, holding both of those things aloft. “And…” She laughed and lifted a tiny, portable fan out of the bag. She craned her head to read the tag dangling from it. “If you’re missing the white noise of the city, try thislittlefan.”
She grinned and stuffed itback inthebag.
“You’re not going to use it?” Gradyasked.
“Nah. I don’t miss the city. But it was a nice thought.” She yawned and snuggled under her blankets. “What time do we need to wake upagain?”
He grabbed the week’s schedule. “Morning hike departs at six, returns at eight in time for a hot build-your-own-oatmealbar.”
“Okay. Wake me up at quarter-to-six.” Hervoice was already mumbly andsleepy.
“Will do,” he said softly. He sat there and watched her drift off. It wasn’t until her body fully relaxed, her lips parting as her breath settled into a slow, steady pattern, that he realized twothings.
First, it was pretty creepy that he’d just watched her fallasleep.
But second, how exhausted was she that she didn’tevenmind?
Maybe Priya needed this week of relaxation more than she’dleton.
