Page 115 of Nanny for the Firefighter

Mason grins back, taking my hand, and we clean up the living room together, putting our plates in the dishwasher and making sure everything is locked up and the alarm is set.

The house feels about as safe as it’s going to, so I let Mason drag me up the stairs and into the master bedroom.

I’m torn between telling him to lock the door and wanting it open. If we need to leave the room in a hurry, it shouldn’t be locked.

“Hey,” Mason steps into my line of view, stealing my attention, “stop that. I can see your brain churning from here. We’re okay.”

I shake myself. “Sorry, I just…yeah, I don’t really need to explain this to you, do I?”

Mason shakes his head. “No, and I’m here to help. Let’s get you in that bath, hmm?”

Smiling, I rest my forehead on his chest. “Yes, please.”

With a step back, I let Mason go start the water in the expansive master bathroom and turn on the monitor app for Mia.

I walk over to the closet, where I have a drawer with a few of my things.

I’ve basically moved in here, and I really should just pull the trigger on that now that Mason and I have “gone public.”

Maybe when all this is over…

What I don’t have is a robe, so I strip down and just snag Mason’s, which I’ve done a few times. When I walk out and go to the bathroom, where I can hear the water running, I’m totally shocked by what I find.

Candles flicker across the counter and on a slim wooden tray that suddenly appeared across the large tub.

There are bottles of what I have to assume are lotion and oils placed across the bath tray as well, and there are a set of huge fluffy towels folded up and set on the sink counter.

The bath is even filled with charming bubbles that enhance the amazing smell.

“Mason, did you…how did you?”

He grins, sidling up next to me and wrapping his arms around my waist. “I’ve been holding onto this stuff for a long while. I wanted to plan something special, but I think we need it right now.”

Grateful tears prickle in my eyes, but I shake my head and just smile up at him.

“You’re incredible. You know that?”

Mason just shrugs. “I try.”

Reaching up on my tiptoes, I lay a gentle kiss on his lips. “You succeeded.”

The room is wafting with steam from the bath, and the air smells incredible—this lovely blend of eucalyptus and something akin to tea.

As much as I know it’s waiting for me, I let the stress fall away right now and enjoy what Mason’s worked so hard to create.

“M’lady.”

I look away from the enticing bath to see Mason holding up a bottle of wine and a bath-safe glass.

“You had wine up here? Damn, you really were ready for something.”

I smile, and Mason pops the cork on the red, pouring it into my glass. As he hands it to me, I kiss him again and lean over to check the temperature of the bath.

“Hmm, perfect.”

“Go ahead, babe. I’ll hold your robe for you.”

“Suuure,” I drag out. “You just want to get me naked.”

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