Bab 72: Chapter 72

Tim cleared his throat. “I think we got off on the wrong foot, Matheson. What do you say we try again? I’m Tim Reddy.” He rose, spilling Miss Su off his lap, and held out his hand.

Wills took it. “William Matheson, but my friends call me Wills.”

“Wills. I’ll go downstairs and tell Cris to call Tom and Jack.” Tim studied him closely. “There are towels on the shelves in the bathroom. Theo knows where everything is. Oh, and you’ve got half an hour.” He grinned and turned toward the door. “That should give you enough time for a little make-up sex.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“The bathroom is this way, babe.” I stopped in the bedroom to grab up my shaving kit and fumbled in it. “Shit!”

“What’s wrong?”

“I didn’t bring any supplies.” I dropped my kit on the vanity, shut the bathroom door, and turned on the water. “Never mind.” His eyes widened, he shivered and a flush ran from his collarbones, up past his throat, and coloring his cheeks, and I wondered what he was thinking.