Brody groaned at the lose of her heat, then grabbed the towel and headed upstairs. He was not, at all, happy about the interruption, but it was the price he had to be willing to pay if he wanted to be involved with her.

And if he were honest with himself, that is exactly what they were talking about. Being involved. Turning to each other instead of other people. It was, to a sane person, a very very bad idea.

Brody flopped down on the bed, on his stomach, and wrapped his arms around the pillow under his head. After a deep breath, he settled himself to waiting.