Lara was mindlessly singing in the shower two days later, her mind elsewhere— specifically, on the dream that she’d had the night before. With closed eyes, she rinsed the conditioner from her hair and quietly sang her favorite Adele song, which is why she didn’t immediately notice the shower door opening. Her voice cut off when cold air hit her naked body and her eyes flew open to find an equally naked Greg standing in front of her.
“Don’t stop on my account,” he said with a teasing smile that took on a hungry edge as his eyes roamed lazily over her wet body.
She’d been worried after their conversation about her mom that he would think less of her for cutting the woman out of her life but everything had been perfect— more than perfect— since then. Lara hadn’t even told him the entire s
