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“That’s enough for now,” I told her when she’d filled the third garbage bag.
“But—”
A raised finger stopped her before the argument began. She wrapped her arms around herself, with a slight shiver.
Chapter 27
Kelly
We reachedAdam’s place quickly. With the blanket he’d given me, I was cold during the drive, but no longer frozen to the bone.
The officer who drove us helped get the bags of clothes inside.
Then the door closed behind him, and we were alone in a small one-bedroom, more modest than I would have expected, but it was cozy.
All I wanted to do was cry about how awful today had become.
Adam quickly shuttled me into the master bathroom and turned on the shower. “First order of business is getting you warmed up.” It wasn’t a request.
I released the hair clip I’d picked up on the way out of the house and dropped the comforter.
He helped me out of my clothes. His firm actions got me down to my bra and panties before he shoved me under the water.
I had to adjust the temperature. Even the lukewarm water felt boiling hot to my frigid skin.
He stood outside, arms folded.
I turned in the warm spray, and cold rivulets ran down my legs, as the water gave up its warmth to me. For the first time, I realized he was shivering as well. “You’re cold too.” I nodded, urging him to join me. Hogging the hot water while my savior froze to death was selfish, and that was one thing I wasn’t.
He stayed leaned against the counter, ignoring the implied invitation.
I made it clearer. “Please come in.”
After a moment, he started shucking his wet clothes.
I undid my bra and tossed it over the glass to join the pile.
He joined me, still visibly shaking, in just his boxer briefs and that silver ring he never took off.
Not clear why we were still partially clothed after the other night, I moved over to give him access to the spray.
Instead, he took me in a hug and rotated us under it, so we both got the benefit of the water.
I looked up at him. “Can you help me out of my panties?”
“Keep them on.”
My heart fell. What was it about me in the shower that turned him off?
He turned us so my back was under the shower and adjusted the temperature up a bit.
I planted my head against him, closed my eyes, and let him guide us. For minutes, I rocked back and forth in his arms, slowly turning in the water—getting warmer every minute and not wanting to stop.
He rubbed my back.
I could feel the scratch of the ring he wore. “Why don’t you ever take that ring off?”
He changed to a fingertip massage of my back. “I’m sorry. Did it scratch you?”
