She’d challenged him to cook breakfast from scratch. No magic. No clothes. So far he hadn’t set anything important on fire, but she was watching, just in case. Lorie’s voice startled her, causing the water to spill out of her hands. “Why do I get the feeling you’ve done that before?” Sarah felt her face flush, but sent him an innocent grin. “I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Lorie walked inside the bathroom and sat on the edge of the tub, his hand dipping in the soothing water to caress her thigh. They’d been here for six weeks, just the three of them, watching television and cuddling in Lorie’s special room. After the madness of the first few days following her release, it was a welcome change. She’d gotten to know her triad. Their habits and expressions. Their fantasies. And she’d gotten to know herself again through their eyes.
