In and now out. I can do this, Grant thought. Imagining Natalie in the shower, her skin all rosy, was more than he could handle. Just thinking of her slipping on the robe that had been against his own skin shot a shiver down his spine. He had to stop thinking about it. The woman had worked like a slave in his orchard. Never complaining, never asking to leave. And she hadn’t even gotten paid for it. Maybe he should offer to pay her? Idiot. Of course not. Even with his brain foggy, he knew that would be a mistake. What had he been thinking, offering to cook her dinner? He hadn’t been thinking. Havesting had exhausted him, allowing him to give into his desire to keep her close. But he didn’t feel exhausted any more. He needed to feed her quickly and push her out the door. Nicely, of course. He didn’t want her to think he was ungrateful.
