he hope that a long； hot
shower would ease her tension and improve her mood； and for a short time
it did。 The water pressure was strong； sending steamy trails over the
taut muscles of her neck and back。 Rich…lathering shampoo left her hair
squeaky clean and shiny； hanging in damp clusters about her shoulders
when she finally emerged； toweled herself vigorously； and returned to
her room。
Half an hour later； wearing a navy sweater； jeans； and sneakers； she
headed for the kitchen to make coffee。 It was already hot on the stove。
To her surprise the floor was free of debris； the offending cookware
stacked neatly in the cupboard。
She smiled a bit smugly。 So he had cleaned up himself Take that； male
chauvinist pig！ And he had made himself scarce。
Helping herself to coffee； she took a seat at the table。 Despite the
outburst； she had actually slept until ten…thirty。 Now she heard
footsteps on the stairs and the slam of the bathroom door。 All she had
to do was to wait until he finished his shower and dressed。 Then they
would face their dilemma like adults。
When the shower started； she relaxed back in the chair； bing her
still…damp hair with slender fingers； spreading it out over her
shoulders to dry。 Her gaze was drawn through the three…sided window of
the breakfast nook to the backyard。 She hadn't seen it the afternoon
before and fou