After patching up Mack’s guy as best she could, the adrenaline finally began to drain. Her skin prickled with exhaustion and… something else. A heat she couldn’t ignore.
“I’m going to shower,” she said, voice a little breathy. “Need to wash off the day—and the blood.”
Mack’s dark eyes followed her every move.
“I’ll wait,” he said quietly, voice low and steady.
She gave a tired smile and slipped toward the bathroom.
A few minutes later…
Viola was just stepping into the warm bath when she heard the faint sound of footsteps.
Her eyes widened.
“Mack?” she called, half-hoping he’d turn around.
“Nope,” came his teasing reply from behind the door. “I’m not leaving you alone now.”
Before she could protest, the door creaked open—and in he came, towel around his waist, that cocky grin alre
