Page 42 of Before We Say I Do

Chapter Twelve

He was testing the bathwater when she entered the restroom.

“Hey.”

From his squatting position, Kyle turned his gaze up at her, standing a few steps idly away from him.

“Hey.”

She moved closer. “Are you getting ready to take a bath?”

“No. You are.”

Her eyes scanned the bubbles and noted the aromatherapy candles.

“You’ve had a long day. You should relax. Take some time. I don’t want you to rush,” he said, rising to his feet. “I’m going to shower in the guest bathroom.”

Apprehension gnawed inside her. “Are you sure? You can bathe with me.”

He reached out to her, drawing her into an embrace. Resting her head against his chest, London inhaled his natural scent as her arms slipped around his back.

If it were up to her, she would shed him of his clothes, and they would drift off into slumber while the water was hot.

“I need to make a few calls, and I want you to have uninterrupted time. So, I’ll take a quick shower. Is that okay?”

She pulled her head back and looked up at him. “If that’s what you want.”

His brows dipped a bit.

“I mean, that’s fine,” she reiterated.

He held her stare, a bit of concern emanating from his striking tawny eyes.

“Tell me, how was your day?”

London sighed. “Well, Carla got me high.”

They both laughed—low, simmering chuckles that seemed to ease the slight tension in the room.

“Did you save some for me?”

Her eyes widened.

“I’m just kidding, butterfly.”

“I mean, if you want some, shit, I could…um…”

He eyed her skeptically. “Are you getting ready to tell me you got the hookup?”

Laughter jumped from her lips. “Yeah, Carla.”

His smile brightened his eyes. “You needed it, apparently.”

She shrugged. “It did relax me. This bath should really put me under.”

“That’s the goal.” He bent and kissed her forehead, the bridge of her nose, her lips.

A shiver of want fell over her, and suddenly, she wanted him naked for other reasons.

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