Garrick strode across the room and knocked on her door, his fist connecting harder than he intended.
He listened and heard nothing. Reaching for the knob, he pushed the door inward. "Ena?"
Swearing softly, Garrick moved into the darkened room. The bed was unmade, the sheets and tangled blankets giving voice to a restless night.
The bloody Halloween costume lay in a pile in one corner, one wing half leaning against the wall and the other kicked under a chair.
The bathroom door was closed. He moved toward it, noting the soft patter of water from the shower.
Relief surged. She was just in the shower.
He knocked on the bathroom door and it opened. His fist still in the air, Garrick found himself staring at the glorious sight of Ena Vargis standing under a rainforest shower head in an open tile shower, water sliding in glossy streams over her delicious curves.
He swallowed hard, aware of blood rushing south and a tightness in his lungs as he watched her head tilt and her long fingers brushing water from her face.
He shook himself out of the sexual daze he'd fallen into and started to turn away.
But not soon enough.
Ena gave a little start and turned, her wide gaze fixing on him with surprise and anger. She gave a little yelp and reached for the towel hanging just beyond the spray.
Garrick lifted his hands and started to back away. He meant to lower his gaze but somehow he didn't. "Sorry. I just wanted to see if you were ready for breakfast."
Safely hidden behind an oversized white towel, Ena glared at him. "You had to burst into the bathroom while I was showering to ask?"
Garrick shook his head but realized he'd stopped moving. And his gaze was still glued to her. It was as if lust had shut down his brain and turned his legs to lead. "I knocked and the door just flew open."
Her lips twitched and he realized she was fighting a grin. "Flew open, huh?"
He grinned, relieved that she was apparently going to forgive him. "I'm a victim."
Ena wrapped the towel around her glorious curves and stepped out of the shower. She held it tightly at the top with both hands. Garrick watched a glistening bead of water slide down the side of her throat and over her shoulder. Before he knew what he was doing he was licking his lips, wishing with all he had in him that he was that drop of water.
The lucky droplet skimmed over the rounded top of one breast and dove into her cleavage.
Garrick swallowed hard.
He jumped slightly, turning guiltily away. "Sorry."
"You already said that." Having tucked the first towel at the top, she reached for a second towel and wrapped it around her long, black hair. As she turned, Garrick saw a series of dark smudges on the back of one arm.
Before he realized what he was doing he was striding toward her, anger making his face heat. He grasped her arm, turning it to see the marks more clearly. "What's that?"
She jerked her arm away. "None of your business."
The marks were fingertip-sized and shaped. "Did Cripp do that?"
She moved to the mirror, touching the skin beneath her eyes before reaching for the complimentary bottle of lotion. "I already told you he was a jerk. That's why I broke up with him."
"A jerk and an abuser." Garrick clenched his fists. "He's lucky he's already dead."
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