“I’m a red-blooded American male and it’s been a long time.”
“You saw me a few days ago.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t really get to look. It’s been five years. A lot could have changed.”
“We’re on the lam. We have to go up against an international terrorist and all you can think about is sex.”
Trey’s eyes widened. “Who said anything about sex? I said naked.”
“Trey, I know you. I’m naked. You want to have sex.”
“You think so highly of yourself,” he said.
“No, I just know you. A stiff breeze goes by and you want to have sex.”
He shrugged. “I’m only asking for naked, but if sex is part of the bargain, I won’t turn it down.”
“So noble of you.”
“So, deal?”
“No, get out.”
He didn’t budge. They had to strategize before this evening and her half hour in the tub had stretched longer. That meant less time to talk and to dress.
Oh, heck. What could it hurt?
In one motion, she pulled the drain and rose out of the water. A fluffy towel lay behind Trey. “You can hand me that.”