Chapter 3
Natalya slipped quietly out the side door at the base of the landing, the one that didn’t lead into the bakery. She could hear the distant rattle of pans through the wall, but there was no way in hell she was facing Cal at the moment.
The heat on her face should be enough to light up the night despite running a cool washcloth over it. She didn’t know whether the fiery blush that wouldn’t go away was at being caught n***d, his non-reaction, or imagining him standing n***d himself in the bathroom while she changed in there with the door closed and locked. And another thing, he may have raised the toilet seat, but he hadn’t put it back down when he was through, which evoked memories of both his nonchalant attitude and his magnificent—
Nope! She wasn’t going to be thinking about t
