Kirk had spent the morning doing water exercises in the heated pool, listening for the sound of a doorbell. But Gina didn’t show up until after his shower, and when she did, she seemed nervous. Maybe she was afraid he’d taken George’s suggestion seriously.
Which he would have, except he wanted to make his own move at the right time and in the right way. He didn’t need a Gina-stakes getting in the way.
“Don’t worry about last night,” he told her, just in case it was on her mind.
“Huh?” She blinked at him. Adorably, in his opinion. She wore a First Nations hoodie, thick leggings, and fleece-lined boots that she kicked off in the entry way. He watched her slide across the tiled entryway in her thick wool socks as if she was skating. “Oh that whole George thing? I was going to say the same
