Swinging the door opened, she marched right in, stepping into the shower with him.
He growled when he saw her. "I locked that for a reason."
She put her hands on her hips. "Uh huh. And?"
He glowered. "I didn't know you could pick locks."
"Having locked myself out of the shop a few times, I learned."
"What do you want?" he demanded.
She let him finish washing the shampoo out of his hair before strutting up to him, going up on her toes, and grabbing the back of his neck to pull him down to her. On reflex, he gripped her hips.
"Shut up and listen to me," she said. His eyebrows met his hairline, but he didn't say anything. "That night, I was forced out there by my parents, true. But I'm glad I was. You'd have ended up with a slut or a woman terrified of you. Being here, it's become clea
