I DRIED MYSELF OFF in the bathroom while listening to the homey sounds of a man puttering around my cabin’s tiny kitchen. To my surprise, the noise didn’t impinge on my privacy. Not when the scent of hot soup filtered in through a c***k in the door.
Still, I braced myself for chill when I slipped out of the steamy bathroom. Last night, I’d shivered beneath the comforter. Now, despite a hot shower, the lake’s chill still lingered in my bones.
But Tank had figured out how to turn on the heat, a feat I hadn’t been capable of. As I exited the bathroom, I found myself shedding a layer rather than hunting down another one.
“There’s no table, but I think we should eat inside anyway,” Tank rumbled, gaze meeting mine without any of the hesitation he’d shown previously. In fact, his eyes were hot
