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The shower felt good, but Lucas wouldn’t allow himself to luxuriate in it. He was all too acutely aware of the woman waiting for him downstairs. He’d already lost an hour of her company dealing with that damn driveway — and if his lifetime here in Flagstaff told him anything, it was that the look of the skies indicated there would be more snow, and soon.
Oh, well.
He got out, scrubbed his hair dry, squinted at his reflection in the steamy mirror, and decided to blow off the shaving for today. In the past, he’d had women tell him they liked it when he looked a little scruffy, so he could only hope Margot had similar tastes.
The clothes he’d been wearing to clear the driveway certainly couldn’t be worn again, so he chucked them in the hamper and pulled on some clean jeans and a flanne
