“I’m guessing you don’t shower with it.”
“No, that’s a bad idea for many reasons. I usually take off my leg and wash it at night, so it has time to dry completely before wearing it in the morning. I am an expert at hopping on one leg in the shower.”
“You’ve been showering on the pirate ship?”
“I have.”
“Does it have grab bars on the wall?”
I tapped my lip. “No. But that’s a great idea. Thank you.”
“Do you want to shower here? I have one grab bar, not sure it’s a good one, but maybe it’ll keep you steady? It’s a walk-in shower, so nothing you’ll need to climb over.”
My heart swelled. “That is very thoughtful, Kendra. Yes. I will take you up on that. If you do one thing for me?”
“What’s that?”
“Help me out of this shirt and jacket?”
A smile spread across her face like watching the sun shine after a storm. It warmed my soul and lightened my day. She carefully undressed me and fussed over me as I crutched to her shower. She folded and refolded a clean towel and washcloth several times before I told her I would kick her out, but I had only one good leg, and that would mean I would probably fall on my arse.
Her mortified look was slightly gratifying, but it did get her to give me a few minutes to shower and regroup, wondering how I would tell her the next part.
Chapter 25
Captain Kendra’s Log: When in doubt, pick the nuclear option.
When Rowan emergedfrom the shower fifteen minutes later, steam followed him like an ethereal veil. I lay across the bed, only wearing a sheet that barely concealed my spicy bits. Once again, I used flimsy bedding to protect me from a dangerous man.
Rowan almost walked past me, lost in his own world, until the sight of me made him halt mid-step, his breath catching in his throat. The moment stretched between us, electric and charged. His eyes widened in surprise, then flickered with something deeper—a blend of desire and tenderness that sent a shiver down my spine.
“Holy shit, Kendra.”
“Oooh.Sexy talk. Give me more.”
“Kendra, you don’t have to do this.”
“Do what? Have another orgasm from my fake fiancé? Um. Pretty sure I do.”
“Remember when you said you didn’t want pity sex?”
“This isn’t pity sex.”
“What is it?”
“It’ssexysex. Now get your underwear off and get in here,” I commanded, throwing back the side of the sheet.
“No. Kendra. We need to talk.”
“We talked. Now wesex.SexySex. Good plan. Come on.”
“Kendra. Goldilocks.”
Fine. If he wanted to play hardball. I whipped the rest of the sheet off of me and rolled to my side, trying my best to strike a sexy pose while sideways in the bed. I ignored the worries about my belly pooch and my breasts that weren’t as perky as they were in my 20s. If he could bare himself to me, I would bare myself to him—end of story.
Well, not the end of the story. The man looked like he blue-screened on me.
“Earth to Rowan? You in there?”
