From somewhere outside the hot tub he heard his phone beep. He hoped like hell it wasn’t any sort of emergency because he didn’t think he could get up to look. Fact was, he wasn’t all that sure he still had legs. At least he wasn’t on call tonight …

“Aidan.” Lily stirred. “Your phone—”

“I’m not on call tonight. Ignore it.”

“Hmm.” She ran a finger down his chest, past his abs, and south. “Like I’m supposed to be ignoring this?” She wrapped her fingers around him and stroked.

“Jesus, Lily.”

“Nope. Just me.”

He choked out a laugh and managed to get them both out of the tub and lay her on his lounge chair, where he stopped to take one long look at her spread out all wet and gleaming and naked.

Then he made himself at home between her legs.

“Again?” she whispered hopefully.

“Again,” he said, and followed through on the only promise she was ready for him to make.

Long before Lily’s heart rate made its way back to normal, her purse began vibrating like it was having a seizure. “My cell phone,” she said lazily.

“Let it go.”

She bit her lower lip. She wasn’t good at letting things go. It went against the grain. But she didn’t make a move for her phone.

Aidan gave her a smile that said he was going to reward her and yanked her into him just as her phone went off again.

For a beat she just dropped her head to his chest, but then she imagined all that could be wrong if someone was calling twice in a row. Maybe her mom, with an emergency. With reluctance she pushed away from Aidan and climbed off the lounge.

When she bent for her purse, he let out a rough sound of pure male appreciation behind her.

“Nice view,” he said.

She looked down at herself. Completely naked. She’d actually forgotten. She’d never forgotten before. She supposed that meant she was comfortable with him, shockingly so. Dripping water everywhere, she pawed through her purse and grabbed her phone. Jonathan. “Hey,” she said into the phone.

“I need you at the salon. We have an emergency.”

“An emergency?”

Aidan stood up, eyes sharp, reaching for his pants.

“What is it?” she asked Jonathan. “Did you call nine-one-one?”

“Not that kind of emergency. We’ve got a reality star up here. She sneaked away for the weekend to slum it in the Rockies with someone from her show. Unfortunately that someone isn’t her husband. They were playing some waxing game and she messed up her hair.”

“And you can’t fix it?”

“Yeah, I’m not talking about the hair on her head,” he said.

“Oh.” She winced. “Okay, I’ll be right there.” She disconnected and looked at Aidan. “I’ve gotta go.”

“What is it? I can call dispatch on our way.”