Page 46 of Out of Sight

“Yup. One was small, one was weird—”

“Weird how?”

“Uh, as wide as it was tall.”

He blinked and laughed. “Ah. Technical term is a chode.”

“Right. And then you, and I didn’t want to look anymore.”

“I am flattered.”

“Don’t be. I had no interest in catching anyone else masturbating.” She ate another cookie.

He paused and started laughing. “Noted. Would you like to come and see the inside of the house?”

“Sure. What are the options for me getting some clothes before the afternoon? Achilles’s design is lovely but a bit on the wispy side.”

Yorwell nodded. “I will call around. You are lovely in this dress.”

“Yes, but I like to be invisible in a sweatsuit.”

He chuckled. “We will see what’s available for direct delivery. But I would suggest that you do not let yourself fade away again. You are back. You survived. Wear it on your skin.”

She sucked in a deep breath, pulled her shoulders back, hugged her cookie jar, and smiled. “Where is that shower located?”

He grinned and wiped his hands on a towel before offering his arm. “This way, lady.”

They walked inside, and she got the tour. Yeah, it was the same shower, carved with waves, and the stone tiles looked like they were moving. She said softly, “There is ocean near your home?”

“Yes.”

“It shows.”

He smiled. “I have been to the islands. They feel very comfortable.”

“You swim?”

“I do. I also don’t need to breathe under the waves.”

“Oh. Neat.”

Yorwell smiled, and she didn’t get it, but that was okay because it wasn’t a bad smile. “Ready to try some lunch?”

“What are you thinking?”

“Grilled cheese and tomato soup.”

She smiled. “Lead the way.”

He held his hand out, and she put her fingers against his. He looked electrified, and she wasn’t sure if she had done anything wrong, but he smiled and walked her down the wide stairs and into the great room. From there, they walked toward the kitchen, and she looked at the ceiling. “Nice headspace.”

He nodded. “I can actually take on my actual height and get a good stretch in here.”

“How tall are you, stretched out?”

He chucked. “Seventeen feet.”

“Your clothes grow with you?”