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know, following his lead, and taking his protection. It galled her.  
                  She rolled over to her back and pounded the bed with both hands. She needed to keep moving. Get to Prestige--and to Alex. Tears escaped her eyes and rolled down her cheek. She swiped them away. No more crying.
                  The bathroom door opened, and she leaped from the bed. She gasped as Conley exited the bathroom clad only in a towel.
                  “For crying out loud, couldn’t you get dressed first?” Didn’t he have any idea what walking around like that would do to a woman? She peered into the bathroom. “And couldn’t you have picked up your clothes? I’m not your maid.”
                  He took a step back. “I’ll pick them up, and my clean clothes are out here.”
                  She stormed over to their satchel bag and yanked the zipper down. “See how difficult it is to get your clothes first? What are you an exhibitionist?” She reached in and pulled out a light blue dress. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
                  “O-kay.” Conley drew out the word, clearly mystified at her behavior.
                  She slammed the door behind her, leaned against it, and then rested her head back. Again the tears threatened to flow, making her angrier at her weakness.
                  She kicked the pile of Conley’s clothing on her way to the tub and spotted his razor on the edge of the tub. She smiled. After all, it’s her wedding day. Couldn’t have stubble, could she?
                  Turning on the faucet, she poured a liberal amount of the supplied shampoo under the running water. She let her clothes fall to the floor to join Conley’s and stepped into the tub full of white shampoo bubbles. Taking up the razor and sliver of soap, she set to work shaving her legs.
                  The clean smell of the soap, and the rhythmic movements of her hand, lulled her into a sense of peace. The overwhelming feelings of anxiousness slid away with the rinsing of the suds.
                  The tub drain gurgled as the last of the water drained out. She toweled off briskly, tousling the curls on her head. She thought of tying them back then decided against it, leaving them instead to brush against her shoulders. She slipped the dress over her head, took a deep breath, and opened the door.
                  Conley was dressed in a clean pair of jeans and navy button up shirt when she exited the bathroom. He looked up to meet her gaze and gave a whistle of appreciation. “Wow.”
                  She could second his reaction. The man looked good enough to eat. She smoothed the skirt of the flowing gauzy dress and twisted. It swirled around her knees. “I’ve always loved this dress. It makes me feel pretty.” She locked gazes with him. “I’m sorry for my attitude. I’m nervous and scared, but that’s no reason to take it out on you.”
                  He patted her shoulder as he squeezed past her to the sink to squirt a handful of shaving cream into his hand and spread it across his face. He picked up his razor from the side of the tub and made a long swipe down his cheek. He drew in a sharp breath. A small bead of blood rose on his chin.
                  Jo laughed and clamped a hand across her mouth.
                  Conley frowned at her through the mirror. His eyes traveled to her bare legs. “Did you shave with my razor?”
                  She nodded and laughed. “I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have. It was just a small way to get back at you for leaving your clothes on the floor.”
                  “I told you I would pick them up.” He held up the razor. “What am I suppose to shave with?”
                  “Don’t shave. You look cute with a