Chapter 17

His feet moved forward. He told himself it was to close the door and give Johnny privacy, but when he reached the bathroom, his head tilted so he could peer inside. Though the edge of the tub was visible, Johnny wasn’t in it. That meant he was in the shower stall instead, encased in glass and marble, the water sluicing over his bare skin.

Ryan let out the breath he was holding in a hard huff. What was wrong with him? Johnny was practically throwing himself at Ryan, and he was turning him down? There were hundreds of women in the hotel who would sell their firstborn child to be in his shoes, and here he was, skulking outside Johnny’s bathroom, trying to act like he was better than all of them.

He realized a moment too late the humming had stopped.

“I can see you in the mirror, you know,” Johnny called out.

Ryan’s face burned hot. Great. Now he was a hypocritical goody-two-shoes. He began to back off, but Johnny’s voice stopped him.