Page 23 of Her Braun
"Kay?"
She turned back to look at Gibson. "Hmm?"
"You don't need to grab clothes?"
She saw the color rise in his cheeks, and she knew that her cheeks were warm, too.
Gesturing behind her, she managed to explain. “I put my sleep stuff in the bathroom. On days like this I can barely get myself into the shower. Remembering clothes? Not high on my list. So I leave sets of clothing in the bathroom, so I don't scandalize the neighborhood walking around naked.”
And with that ridiculously embarrassing comment, she went straight to the bathroom to bury herself in hot water.
When Kay emerged from the bathroom fifteen minutes later, he was left stunned down to his core.
Her face and chest were flushed, her hair curling around her face and along her neck.
The thin t-shirt and shorts she wore showed him more of her body than he’d ever seen.
The outfit she wore was mint green with white patterns and where it was wet from the ends of her hair around her shoulders and the upper part of her chest the fabric stuck to her skin.
She lifted her towel and moved it over her hair again, likely trying to stop it from soaking the rest of her top.
“I called Smokey’s and asked them to send over double of your normal order.”
She paused the movement of her towel for a moment and smiled. “Good choice. As long as you don’t mind me getting a little messy. I’m not someone who eats dainty when I'm starving and exhausted. Especially when it’s Smokey’s.”
He laughed at her words, tears leakingout of his eyes. “I’d pay good money to see you with barbecue sauce on your face.”
The spark of humor in her eyes was breathtaking. “Careful what you ask for.”
A knock at the outside door turned both of them in that direction.
Kay started to move but he held out his hand to stop her.
“Let me see who’s out there.”
He made quick work of getting to the door and pulled aside the vintage-like antique lace curtains to see who was outside the kitchen door.
A young man in a bright red t-shirt was standing under the safety light holding a large brown paper shopping bag in his hand.
The side of the bag was printed in bright white with the logo of Smokey’s BBQ.
The young man lifted the bag higher. “Delivery!”
Gibson opened the door and held out his hand. “Do you need me to sign anything?”
"Uh, yeah. Thanks." The delivery guy gave him a curious look before he pulled out a couple of receipts from his pocket. “Here, hold this.”
Gibson took the receipts and then the pen when the driver produced it.
It didn’t take long for him to add the tip and sign it.
The delivery guy took a moment to study the name printed on the receipt before putting the receipt and pen back into his pocket, before he handed over the bag.
“Thanks.”
Gibson started to step back to close the door when the driver cleared his throat.
“Uh, is Doctor Kay okay?”
