Beau leaned his ear against the thin wooden door. Silence. Thank God. He opened the door and headed toward the bathroom, shower bucket in hand, towel over his shoulder.
And slammed full into Meghan, her thin body clad in just a towel. She squeaked, undignified. The towel, tucked neatly around her breasts, slid.
Beau averted his eyes hastily. “Sorry, ma’am,” he said.
“Oh, it’s fine,” Meghan said. She laughed breathlessly. The towel slid further, revealing spray-tanned skin and more of her treasures than Beau had any interest in whatsoever. She untucked the corner of the towel, straightened the whole ensemble, and wrapped it around herself again, showing off everything that her momma gave her in the process. “You go ahead and use the shower first, sweetie. You’re in and out so fast, I alw
