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Nothing.
A minute ticked by, and I took a deep breath and knocked again. This time, louder.
Still nothing. I pressed my ear to the door and listened. A steady rush of water filled the silence. He’s in the shower. Unlike our apartment, where the bathroom was off the bedroom, Rafe’s was in the kitchen—almost directly across from the front door. I leaned in closer, pressing my ear against the wood, and was almost certain that’s what I was hearing. My first instinct was to turn around and run back up the stairs. But as I stood there, it dawned on me that maybe this was the perfect scenario. If he was in the shower, I could slip the drill inside and get out before he even knew I’d been there. He’d probably assume Calder had returned it, and it would save me the awkward conversation.
My fingers curled around the doorknob. I pushed the door open the smallest crack and winced when it let out a loud creak.
But the sound of the shower was louder now. He was definitely in there. I eased the door open just enough to step inside and scanned for the closest place to drop the drill. The table was only a few feet away, so I tiptoed in and—
Froze.
The bathroom door was wide open. And through the fogged glass of the shower door…
I was very clearly looking at Rafe.
Specifically—
His naked ass.
I gasped, and my hand flew up to cover my mouth. I needed to get the hell out of here.
Right now.
Immediately!
Run!
Pretend this never happened.
But…
I didn’t move.
Because then I heard the other sound. The one that wasn’t the shower.
A moan.
Rafe’s moan.
My stomach dropped.
And my brain caught up to what I was seeing.
The way his arm was moving.
Up and down.
The way his head tipped forward.
Oh.
My.
God.
My pulse roared in my ears so loudly, I thought for sure he could hear it over the water. Over his moan.
This was so far beyond a mistake.
