"Are you tired?" Marc put a small carton of milk and a half-dozen eggs into the fridge while she tucked some croissants into the breadbox.
"Not at all." Aldara smiled and winked. "I was just thinking that I'd enjoy a soak in your hot tub. Of course, I didn't buy a swimsuit."
"You didn't wear one last time and it was daylight then," he pointed out, rinsing a bowl full of strawberries. "Why start now?"
"I didn't really think it was a problem. Besides, it will give me time to run these clothes through the laundry. Putting them on without washing them was a little unsettling but better than going to the police in your workout garb."
"Good. Washer and dryer are in that closet." He pointed to a pair of louvered doors off the back of the kitchen. "Help yourself."
While she dealt with her lau
