Chapter Eleven
Mia turned and raced up the stairs, Thomas hot on her heels. Within minutes they were naked and in the bathroom. “When I abandoned my work to come and sort things out with you, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind,” Mia said, pulling two thick, fluffy towels from the cupboard and putting them on the rail ready for when they’d done in the shower.
Thomas looked over his shoulder from where he was adjusting the temperature of the water. “It wasn’t what I had in mind when I started cleaning dead leaves off that flowerbed either, but here we are. You’re not complaining, are you?” he added with a grin.
“What do you think?” She moved up behind him, wrapped her arms around his middle and pressed her front to his back. The heat of his skin seeped through to hers, and a shiver of
