She stumbled from her bed into the lab, hating the disorientation that plagued her when she woke from a nap. “I didn’t mean to disturb you. I didn’t think you were down here.” She blinked. Ethan was standing in her basement across the table from her. Once again, he was witnessing her at her worst. “What are you doing?” “I brought your payment. I’d planned to leave it on the table.” Unlike the last time she’d seen him, he was dressed. Crisp jeans and a blue sweater over a white collared shirt gave him an Ivy League polish. She personally preferred the low-slung towel look. “Payment for what?” She held out her hand. If it was income, she’d take it. “For my perfume. It was awesome. I’ve never smelled anything like it.” She took the money quickly and stepped back. She had to brush her teeth before he got a whiff of her morning breath.
