Chapter Twenty-Eight
Lacie awoke feeling groggy and disorientated, so took her time in the shower, blasting herself with the coldest, highest-pressure setting. Plenty would be happening in the day ahead, but still she prickled against the force that pushed right back.
The job was worthy. Was she capable of the task? Wrapping herself in the fluffy white towel, she finger-combed her damp hair. Ryder’s towels were clearly only meant to reach around his hips, they were so small that her breasts almost spilled out when she covered her behind, she’d never been so grateful for being small in her life.
Though she’d slept later than she intended to and showered for longer than normal, she knew the time was well spent in setting her up for the day. At least she could honestly tell Ryder that she
