16Meara had been in the shower a whole three minutes when she heard the door to her apartment open. There was no panic about who was invading her personal space uninvited. His presence pinged loudly now that their neural signals were no longer being scrambled.
“Meara?”
“Who else would be using my fecking shower and answer ya?” she answered smartly, letting the water roll over her freshly shampooed hair. She sighed heavily as she added a healthy dose of conditioner to keep her red locks from frizzing. “Did ya come by hoping for what ya military blokes call a ‘pity f**k’, William?”
“No,” Will protested indignantly. “You always think the worst of me. Can I come in so we can talk?”
“Ya want to talk in the shower?” Meara asked over the running water. There was quiet for a moment and her mou
