Grace Li stepped out of the shower, feeling refreshed from the hot water. As she wrapped a towel around herself, she caught sight of Aiden Thompson finishing up in the kitchen.
Despite his polished, aristocratic features and hands so smooth they looked untouched by hard labor, he moved around the kitchen with ease, putting away the last of the dishes with practiced efficiency.
Rolling down the sleeves of his dress shirt, he glanced at her and noticed her damp hair. “Hey, you should dry your hair. You know how crazy New York weather is. Wouldn’t want you catching a cold.”
“I will in a bit,” she replied, running a hand through her wet locks. “You should go take a shower too.”
“Sure thing.”
As he turned toward the bedroom, she hesitated for a second before calling after him. “Hey—”
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