Logan jumped in his skin, eyes darting around the bathroom. The shower curtain wasn’t exactly transparent, but it wasn’t a wall either. It was rather opaque. Letting through the silhouette of a person. A silhouette that got more detailed the closer you stood.
“Lacy?” His hands cupped automatically between his legs. “Are you in here?”
“So tell me...why does a serial playboy take the time to ask a girl on a date?” She paused to examine some shaving cream on the counter. “Not exactly your style, is it?”
Logan’s chest rose up and down with rapid, shallow breaths. He couldn’t see her, but he could hear her—strolling back and forth in the steam. What she could see? He didn’t know.
“People can change,” he answered quietly, more nervous than he was letting on. “Why did you decide to go out with a serial playboy if you’re so worried?”
“Maybe I’m just hoping to be here when he’s finally eaten by his Great Dane.”
Logan couldn’t help but laugh, bowing his head as the warm water trickled down his shoulders. He was...on edge, having her in there. That was putting it lightly. And he was painfully aware of the fact that she would be able to see if ‘on edge’ turned into something else.
“And you think that now’s the best time to talk about it?” he asked, turning slightly so he was only in profile. “Catch me when my guard’s down?”
“Is it down?” she asked lightly. “I hadn’t noticed.”
A bright flush colored Logan’s cheeks and he busied himself with the water—trying to rinse off the shampoo as quick as he could. She was playing with him now. Like a particularly cruel cat with a particularly sudsy mouse. But knowing that didn’t make it any easier. There was a sudden creak on the tile as she wandered over closer. Close enough to touch the curtain if she wished. His breath caught in his chest, and he froze—waiting.
He could see her dress in the foggy curtain. See the pearly flash of her teeth, as her lips pulled back in a mischievous smile. “I just figured, as long as you were in here...I might as well have a little fun.” Her hand reached towards the curtain, then paused. Then dropped to her side.
Logan let out a silent breath, and slammed his fist upon the nozzle. It shut off in an instant, leaving him abruptly cold. Cold, but with a reluctant grin. He stuck his head outside the curtain to see her staring back at him with a wide, shameless smile.
“Mind handing me a towel?”
She gestured innocently to the rack behind her, acting as though she didn’t understand.
“One of these?”
A shiver ran up Logan’s body. One that had nothing to do with the cold.
“Yeah, princess. One of those.”
She smiled angelically, picking up the one on top.
“Mind if I ask you a few questions first?”
Logan shook his head with a disbelieving smile. Was she serious right now? This was really how she was going to play it? He was about to refuse. About to act as though the nudity didn’t make him nervous in the slightest and he could outlast her. But then she flashed another one of those dimpled smiles, and he was putty in her hands.
“Three questions.”
Her eyes lit up, then dilated in sudden concentration—trying to make the most of them.
“Did you really know that Angie was married?”
Whoa—she was getting serious!
Logan’s shoulders wilted, and he decided to go with a half-truth. “I had my suspicions, but to be honest, it never came up. We were busy doing...other things.”
She absorbed this unblinkingly, before moving on to the next one.
“What made you ask me out?”
“You make me smile,” he blurted without thinking. “All the time. Constantly. Even when you’re not around. I think of you...and I smile.”
Whoa—I’m getting serious!
He’d had no intention whatsoever of giving something like that away. Why he’d said it out loud was completely beyond him. Maybe it was the fact that he was naked, maybe it was that he was developing a latent form of tetanus, but something about her demanded the absolute truth.