Lorraine Stahl had obviously liked both the ocean and her bathroom; the jetted tub was deep and if Scooter thought Andy wasn’t going to take advantage of a long, hot soak from time to time, he really was deep in denial. The shower was a custom job, square and lined with decorative stone instead of tiles, with deep recessed shelves for bath supplies and a generous amount of water pressure.
A lot nicer than the standard tub/shower combo that they’d been using.
Andy groaned in appreciation as the hot water hit his neck and shoulders. “I would have this shower’s babies,” he said.
Scooter flushed a little. “It’s entirely possible that you do have this shower’s baby. My ma…” He couldn’t finish that thought, blushing furiously.
Andy laughed and crowded Scooter against the wall where the water
