Frowning, she sat up and looked around, and then she noticed the sound of the shower running in the attached bathroom. Lips quirking, she considered hurrying in and joining him. They hadn’t done it like that in a long time, but he might find that an entertaining way to get his dirty girl clean. But in just a second or two, before she could decide on her exact plan of attack, the water stopped, so instead she merely waited in the bed, expectant, and a little smug in the recent rekindling of a feminine allure that made her feel as giddy and desirable as an eighteen-year-old girl again.
In a moment Bill stepped back into the room. Draped in a heavy terrycloth robe, he was toweling that distinguished, virile head of hair of his, silver-templed and yet still fiercely black in the main and, to
