He winked, looking as fresh as if he’d been awake for a while. Murmuring a few nonsensical words, she struggled out of the bed and stumbled into the tiny bathroom with Stratton two steps behind. When he crowded her at the door, she threw both sets of damp race suits at him, followed by their wet boots and belts, then slid the door shut and locked it behind her. She’d had downright dirty sex with a guy she’d despised at the start of the race. And, damn his eyes, it had wiped away the lingering cobwebs and stress she’d carried around since they’d met. No way would she let on that he’d actually done her a favor. She ignored the tickle in her stomach and turned the shower water on. If he thought there would be a repeat of that coupling, he was even more arrogant than she’d previously imagined. Despite her teasing about another time, their coming together had been nothing more than a weak moment on her part, an exercise in reducing stress and working out the tension in her body and clearing her mind.
