“Dinner’s ready. I’ll play for you while you plate it up.” “Play for me?” She glanced around, her features softening as her gaze landed on the guitar he’d balanced against the back door. “Really?” She leapt up and grabbed him by the arm, her eyes alight with mischief as she tugged him out of the kitchen and down the hall to the bathroom he’d been assigned. “Keep yourself busy for a bit.” She grinned and trailed her fingers over the stubble on his jaw. “There are razors under the basin if you’re interested. I’m going to my bathroom to grab the quickest shower in the history of the world so I don’t miss my private concert.” He’d barely had time to lather his face with shaving cream when she joined him, smelling of peaches and wearing an elegant vintage wrap over a slinky white nightgown with eye-catching splits that didn’t know when to stop.
