. . .Kelly slid under the water to rinse the conditioner
from her tangled hair. Let the heat seep into her sore
muscles. She stayed under until she was forced to rise for
â€śWhat the fâ€¦â€ť
â€śUh- uh-uh,â€ť Alex reprimanded, wagging a finger.
She sputtered water. â€śWhereâ€™s Taylor?â€ť
â€śHappily, cleaning the kitchen, on her own.â€ť He grinned,
turning her insides to mush.
â€śYou bribed her?â€ť
â€śOf course not. I told you, sheâ€™s happy to do it.â€ť Alex
sat on the closed seat of the toilet, legs stretched before
him crossed at the ankles, arms folded, holding a piece of
â€śYou should respect my privacy.â€ť
â€śI am. Iâ€™m sitting over here, arenâ€™t I? When Iâ€™d rather
be in there.â€ť He pointed. â€śWith you. Besides, I brought you
â€śYou did?â€ť Sheâ€™d forgive him anything for that. Her
irritation shifted to gratitude.
Alex handed over a new cup to her outstretched hand. One
glance, showed heâ€™d doctored it. Most likely perfect. His
eyes, burning with heat, never lifted from the water.
â€śDid you want something, barging in here?â€ť She eyed the
paper he held warily.
He looked up quickly, clearing his throat. â€śOh, yes. Iâ€¦I
wanted to ask if you were all right?â€ť
â€śIâ€™m fine,â€ť she said. â€śThank you for asking.â€ť
â€śAnd I want to talk to you about Saâ€¦â€ť
â€śWe donâ€™t have to talk about sex.â€ť
â€śSex?â€ť he echoed. Alex shook his head, drawing a quick
smile from her. Apparently, heâ€™d been as affected as she.
â€śNo, I want to talk about Eckert, as in Samuel Eckert.â€ť
â€śCan you think of a better time?â€ť He leaned forward and
dropped a kiss on her lips. â€śYouâ€™re naked, warm.â€ť
Her cheeks flamed. â€śWhatâ€™s that in your hand?â€ť
â€śThis?â€ť Alex waved the paper in the air. â€śColorado
marriage requirements. I just printed them. Off Coloradoâ€™s
â€śDonâ€™t be ridiculous,â€ť she snapped. â€śWe are not getting
married. I told you last night, we could just say we did it
â€śDid it?â€ť he repeated, narrowing his eyes on her.
That bland tone might land him in the lake, she fumed. Or
the creek. It didnâ€™t matter to her.
â€śKelly, think of Taylor. If Eckert saw you with her, he
might put the timeline together. Maybe demand a DNA test. If
we were married, no one would question anything. No one has
to know we just made the union legal. People will think what
we want them to think. Even that bastard. Better yet, Taylor
canâ€™t slip up and say we arenâ€™t.â€ť
Damn it, he had a point.