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Thus, I'm afraid one of us will have to bathe first, the other second. Simple math. So which would you like?"
"You go first."
"Great. As soon as I clean up here, I'll see if they left me any pajamas to wear."
"No pajamas."
The spoonful of soup stopped halfway to her mouth. "Excuse me? What do you mean no pajamas? This might be TMI, but I'm not one of those people who sleep in the nude."
He finished chewing and then swallowed. "You need to be prepared to leave at a moment's notice. Unless you want to be on the run in nothing but a flimsy nightshirt, I suggest you wear day clothes to bed."
"Oh." She took the bite of food off the utensil and swallowed. "In that case, I hope they provided more than thong underwear. I can't possibly wear butt floss for days on end."
A quick glimpse found Ghost's face lightening just the slightest, as if he found her words amusing but had forgotten how to laugh. That's okay. If she stayed with him long enough, she'd get him to smile, perhaps even chuckle. A challenging goal but an important one.
Chapter 12
Hearing the soft click of a door opening, Ghost turned toward the sound, knowing Josie stepped from the bathroom into the middle bedroom right across the hall. True to her word, she helped him clean up their supper, then headed directly to the shower, carrying their backpack of supplies with her. Soft footfalls carried down the hall in his direction until Josie appeared from the shadows of the quaint hallway.
"Your turn." She stepped fully into the room.
He couldn't tear his eyes away. Workout pants covered her lower body while a long sleeved T-shirt fit perfectly over her trunk. The black material not only accentuated her blonde hair but clung snug enough to show off the modest curves of her breasts, which begged to be cupped and squeezed. Even devoid of makeup, her face radiated a natural beauty, a happy and healthy glow that only added to her prettiness. Those green eyes locked with his. Instead of the nauseating and stabbing pain of before, he felt an unexpected wave of desire.
Angrily, he shoved the sensation aside. Lust was the last thing he needed to deal with right now.
After Lindsay passed, he spent another year with the SEALs before turning in his resignation and returning to civilian ranks. Only he couldn't escape the ingrained fury, the overwhelming frustration of living each day knowing the drunk driver got off way too easy. He needed an outlet, something to do besides sit around and mourn the past.
That's when his troubles actually began.
"Ghost?" Josie's clear voice called to him.
He pulled himself from the memories and blinked at her. "Yeah?"
She shot him a tender smile. "I promise I left plenty of hot water for you. I'll be fine, if you want to go ahead."
His gut clenched at the expression so reminiscent of his late wife. "Stay away from the windows." He stood up and strode her way, detecting the fresh, clean scent of her shampoo as he passed her by. Easily recognizing the musky aroma of his chosen hair care product, he decided one thing. Josie carried the scent of his shampoo well. Too well.
By the time he emerged a few minutes later, still towel drying his hair, Josie stretched out across the couch, reading a leftover magazine, probably several months old. She glanced up at his arrival. Her eyes lit up, and she raked him from head to toe with an appreciative gaze.
He withstood her appraisal, in his jeans and light sweatshirt, oddly enjoying her apparent approval, judging by her facial expressions. Her study wasn't flirtatious or suggestive. Instead, he found only interest and curiosity in her eyes as if she hadn't been around many men and found the male form intriguing.
If he'd met her a few years back, he'd not waste any time in seducing her, carrying her to the bed, and spending the night balls deep in her depths until neither had the energy left to move. However, all the one-night stands in a two year period did nothing more than provide a temporary
"You go first."
"Great. As soon as I clean up here, I'll see if they left me any pajamas to wear."
"No pajamas."
The spoonful of soup stopped halfway to her mouth. "Excuse me? What do you mean no pajamas? This might be TMI, but I'm not one of those people who sleep in the nude."
He finished chewing and then swallowed. "You need to be prepared to leave at a moment's notice. Unless you want to be on the run in nothing but a flimsy nightshirt, I suggest you wear day clothes to bed."
"Oh." She took the bite of food off the utensil and swallowed. "In that case, I hope they provided more than thong underwear. I can't possibly wear butt floss for days on end."
A quick glimpse found Ghost's face lightening just the slightest, as if he found her words amusing but had forgotten how to laugh. That's okay. If she stayed with him long enough, she'd get him to smile, perhaps even chuckle. A challenging goal but an important one.
Chapter 12
Hearing the soft click of a door opening, Ghost turned toward the sound, knowing Josie stepped from the bathroom into the middle bedroom right across the hall. True to her word, she helped him clean up their supper, then headed directly to the shower, carrying their backpack of supplies with her. Soft footfalls carried down the hall in his direction until Josie appeared from the shadows of the quaint hallway.
"Your turn." She stepped fully into the room.
He couldn't tear his eyes away. Workout pants covered her lower body while a long sleeved T-shirt fit perfectly over her trunk. The black material not only accentuated her blonde hair but clung snug enough to show off the modest curves of her breasts, which begged to be cupped and squeezed. Even devoid of makeup, her face radiated a natural beauty, a happy and healthy glow that only added to her prettiness. Those green eyes locked with his. Instead of the nauseating and stabbing pain of before, he felt an unexpected wave of desire.
Angrily, he shoved the sensation aside. Lust was the last thing he needed to deal with right now.
After Lindsay passed, he spent another year with the SEALs before turning in his resignation and returning to civilian ranks. Only he couldn't escape the ingrained fury, the overwhelming frustration of living each day knowing the drunk driver got off way too easy. He needed an outlet, something to do besides sit around and mourn the past.
That's when his troubles actually began.
"Ghost?" Josie's clear voice called to him.
He pulled himself from the memories and blinked at her. "Yeah?"
She shot him a tender smile. "I promise I left plenty of hot water for you. I'll be fine, if you want to go ahead."
His gut clenched at the expression so reminiscent of his late wife. "Stay away from the windows." He stood up and strode her way, detecting the fresh, clean scent of her shampoo as he passed her by. Easily recognizing the musky aroma of his chosen hair care product, he decided one thing. Josie carried the scent of his shampoo well. Too well.
By the time he emerged a few minutes later, still towel drying his hair, Josie stretched out across the couch, reading a leftover magazine, probably several months old. She glanced up at his arrival. Her eyes lit up, and she raked him from head to toe with an appreciative gaze.
He withstood her appraisal, in his jeans and light sweatshirt, oddly enjoying her apparent approval, judging by her facial expressions. Her study wasn't flirtatious or suggestive. Instead, he found only interest and curiosity in her eyes as if she hadn't been around many men and found the male form intriguing.
If he'd met her a few years back, he'd not waste any time in seducing her, carrying her to the bed, and spending the night balls deep in her depths until neither had the energy left to move. However, all the one-night stands in a two year period did nothing more than provide a temporary
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