Chapter Sixteen
Luckily for Aaron, the hot tub cycle came to an end before he responded to Janelle. He picked up his phone. “You want more jets?”
She checked her fingers. “No, I’m getting kind of pruney, let’s go in.”
He climbed out and offered her a hand, which she took. They dried off, and he tried not to stare too hard at the way the pink suit skimmed along her fantastic butt. She walked ahead of him, draping her towel around her hips, unfortunately.
They walked into his closet, and he braced himself for more s**t about his clothes. “Look, I don’t want to fight about some guy I’ve said two words to.”
Her lips quirked. “I thought we weren’t fighting.”
Then she sighed at the same time she stripped off her bathing suit and dropped it on the towel she’d draped across the ottoman. “Loo
