Chapter 23

There’d been a bathing suit on the end of the bed, along with two fresh towels when John had gone back to the bedroom. He wasn’t sure if he should be chuckling over the fact that William had caught on to the necessity or be creeped out by it. Did the man literally listen behind every corner? Regardless, the suit had fit well enough when John had snugged up the string in the waistband. And the electric blue wasn’t horrifying against his pale skin. He cast his gaze up at the sun and glared at it. Sunlight wasn’t exactly kind to pale skin at the best of times. Considering that same skin had spent the last several months hidden underneath several layers of protective clothing, he’d best be careful.