She tried to shift around, gave him a shove so that she could get free and climb out. But he tightened his grip and pulled her back until she was curved against him in the cozy spoon position.

“You might be the lazy sort who lies in bed half the morning, but I’m not.” She started to wiggle free, and wiggling, discovered the interesting fact that not all of him was asleep. “Wake up ready, do you?” She said it with a chuckle and pushed at his arms. “Well, I don’t. I want a shower and some coffee.”

His answer was a grunt, but his hand snuck up to cover her breast.

“And just keep your hands to yourself. I don’t want any of this fooling around until I’ve had my coffee.”

He simply parted her legs and proved her a liar. “Well.” His voice was thick with sleep, but the arm that slid under her was strong enough to hold her in place. “You can just lie there, then, while I use you.”

Later, when she staggered into the shower, she thought it wouldn’t be such a sacrifice to be used in such a way of a morning every now and again.

She turned the water on, keeping it on the cool side, as her skin was still hot and flushed. After stepping into the old claw-foot tub, she tugged the curtain around, then ducked her head under the stingy spray to wet her hair.

It wasn’t an easy business with so little water and so much hair, but she had nearly accomplished it when the curtain jingled back. She opened one eye and fixed it on Shawn.

“I don’t suppose you can give me much trouble in here so soon after that.”

“Care to wager on it?” he asked as he stepped in with her.

She’d have lost.

Her legs weren’t quite steady when she snapped down a towel. “Keep your distance now,” she warned, wrapping it around her while her hair dripped everywhere.“I’ve no more time for you. I’ve got to get home.”

“I suppose you don’t have time for any griddle cakes, then.”

She shoved wet hair out of her eyes. “You’d be making griddle cakes?”

“I had a mind to, but if you’re in such a rush, I’ll just scramble an egg for myself.”

He was already dried off and was brushing his teeth, an easy act of intimacy that barely registered. “I suppose I’m not in such a terrible rush. Have you a spare toothbrush around here?”

“I don’t, but I think under the circumstances you can use mine.”

She kept one at Darcy’s, along with a few other essentials, but she’d been too distracted to remember to gather them up the night before. “Would you mind if I left a few things here, for convenience sake?”

He leaned over the sink to rinse so she didn’t see the gleam of triumph in his eyes. Another step, he thought. “There’s room.” He handed her the toothbrush. “Use whatever you need for now. I’ll go down and put on some coffee.”