There was a twinkle in his eye, almost a flirt. For a split second, I imagined him with his shirt off. That was all it took to lose what leverage I had for all those times that Caleb's mind drifted. Caleb latched onto the thought, and I flooded him with love, trying to douse the image. We sparred silently, and I smiled at the humor of it. It's not like anyone would ever be a threat to what Caleb and I had. "Miss Fuller will work for now," I gave in. "Where is the restroom?" "Your bathroom is in the back, Miss Fuller," Jason said, pointing to where Thomas had disappeared. I walked behind the wall where the flat panel resided and found myself in the kitchen. Thomas was preparing a silver tray for my tea, complete with fancy cream and sugar dispensers. "Bathroom?" "Through your bedroom, Miss Fuller," Thomas replied, pointing to the door behind the kitchen. I opened the door and caught my breath. There was a bed that ran along one side of the plane, white satin sheets and a beautiful plush comforter that called to me. The far wall housed another door and a painting of the ocean. The walls were paneled with a soft tan wood with intricate designs carved into the trim. Reading lamps were mounted over the bed. I had to walk by a small desk on the left side to get to the bathroom. The dresser was made from a darker wood like the desk but looked as if it was coordinated by a pro. More style than I was used to. I sighed when I saw the bathroom. Marble tiles surrounded a tub that grew from the wall. A gold faucet emerged from a large ceramic seashell sink, shooting high then curving downward like an elegant swan. Everything gleaming, cleaner than anyone deserved. I sat on the toilet and let the stress swallow me up. It was all too much. "A little overwhelming," Caleb whispered from the other side of the door. I felt him coming and knew his concern for me. I opened the door, and he was in my arms. No kissing, just holding. It was what we both needed after a few days of hell. "What if I don't want all this?" I asked. Zane had gotten shot because of me. I deserved nothing. "What if all this wants you?" Caleb returned. The flat of his hand was caressing my back, forcing the world away and forming a little bubble of us in the chaos. I pulled him tighter to me, wanting things to return to the way they were, in the days before Zane was shot. "I wouldn't mind undoing the last couple of days myself," Caleb put a voice to our shared thoughts. "I feel like we don't have any control," I whispered. "Things are happening, and we're just reacting like someone has mapped out some unavoidable fate for us." "Maybe there is a plan," Caleb said, "at least it let me find you." I lifted my head and pushed Caleb against the wall as I stood. I may be helpless in the sea of time, but I could take the love I was offered. My kisses were forceful, and I could feel how they affected Caleb. His visions of me, strong and beautiful, were what I needed. The way he held back, letting me control our little bout of passion, was exactly what I needed. I leaned back with a confident smile. "You're mine," I demanded. "Anytime you need me," Caleb added. His smile was growing as visions of joining the mile high club filled his mind. My body was reacting to his thoughts at an alarming rate. "Breakfast, bath, and then bed," I ordered. "Yes, ma'am," Caleb laughed. I smacked his shoulder, then let him kiss me. Problems are so much easier to deal with when there are two.