“Right.” He takes his things into the bathroom and closes the door. I think I might hear the door lock click into place, which means he’s really taking this whole gentlemanly thing seriously.

I get to work unpacking and settling in. When I go to check the view from the big window to the right of the fireplace, I can’t make out the lake because of how hard the snow is falling. Deciding to enjoy this peaceful moment, I sit in one of the chairs by the fireplace, relax, and watch the snowfall.

It feels like being in a Christmas movie. The setting couldn’t be more perfect.

I hear the water from the shower stop and I do my best not to think about the fact that Andrew is naked behind the door and what he looks like. My libido doesn’t get the message though. Try as I might, I’m still trying to picture what he might be doing behind that door. The faucet goes on and off a couple of times and I wonder if perhaps he’s shaving. I noticed he wasn’t his usual clean-cut self when he picked me up.

I picture him wrapped in a white towel, shirtless, beads of water running down his muscular chest, and leaning in to drag the razor over his face. I’ve always thought there’s something innately sexy about watching a man shave.

The shrill ring of a phone startles me from my thoughts. I look at the small table beside the chair and realize it’s not my phone. It must be Andrew’s.

I can’t really make out what he’s saying as he’s talking low, but he’s put the call on speaker. I hear a woman with a posh English accent speaking, though I can only make out a few words of each sentence.

But then he must come closer to the door with the phone in his hand because I very clearly hear his mother say, “It’s been so long… and after what happened with Audrey…”

“I do not want to discuss Audrey, and if you do ever meet Kenzie, you are not to bring her up. Understood?” His voice is clipped and clearly irritated. He really doesn’t want to talk about Audrey, whoever that is.

But what I know is that if he doesn’t want to talk about her, she’s exactly what we need to discuss.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Andrew

I hit End on the call and push my hand through my wet hair, staring at the floor for a minute before there’s a soft knock on the bathroom door. I clear my throat and shake out some of the tension in my body before I open the door to find Kenzie with a hesitant expression.

“Is everything okay? You’ve been in there a while.” She presses her lips together.