“No, I’m looking. Trust me, I’m looking.”

She giggles. I run my hand around to her breasts and tease her nipples.

The giggle turns into a sigh.

“You’re really good with your hands.”

“We’re a little too chatty.”

“You don’t want to talk with me?”

I press my lips to her ear. “I want you so worked up you can’t remember what words are.”

“Oh.”

The water sluices over us, rinsing away the water as I press Maggie’s back against the tile wall.

She yelps from the cold, and then I boost her up and easily slide inside her.

“Oh, God,” she moans. “I never thought shower sex was fun.”

“Why not?” With one hand braced on the tile, I drag my nose up her neck.

“Because it’s cold. And wet.”

“Let’s warm you up.”

It’s fast, and it’s hot, and by the time Maggie’s a quivering mass of orgasmic need, the water has turned cold.

“Come on, let’s get you warm.”

I turn off the tap and reach for a towel, but Maggie just grins.

“I can’t feel my legs. I’d say I’m fine for now.”

I laugh at her, then manage to get us both dry and into bed.

“Can’t keep my eyes open,” she whispers.

“Go to sleep.” I kiss her forehead, and with Mary Margaret wrapped around me, I drift off to sleep with her.

“I have to go meet the hot water heater guy,” Maggie informs me.

“I believe he’s a plumber,” I reply with a laugh and tuck her hair behind her ear. “I’ll drive you home in just a few.”

“I can walk.”

“No need. I have to go see Kane this morning.”

“Are you going to tell him all about what happened yesterday?”

“No, that’s not my story to tell. I’m going to drink his coffee and eat his food. We get together every Friday morning for breakfast.”

“I didn’t know that.” She pauses and looks over at me. “How long have you done that?”

“For years. If I’m in town, we have a standing date. It’s been more regular since I moved into the house and don’t travel for work anymore.”

“That’s kind of cute.”

I narrow my eyes at her. “Cute?”

“Yeah.” She grins and sashays over to pat my cheek. “You’re so cute.”

“Men aren’t cute, sweetheart.”

“No?” She widens those eyes in mock surprise. “What are you, then?”

“Manly. Rugged. Handsome.” I sniff and pound my chest with my fist. “Me man.”

“Okay, ruggedly handsome manly man, I have to go home. I’ll actually be able to do my laundry today.”

“You could have brought it here.”

“It’s fine.” She shrugs and pulls her suitcase behind her, her purse slung over her shoulder. “Ready?”

“Maggie, you really need to learn to ask for help.”