Holy Woodward and Bernstein, she was not expecting that. Merry shut the bathroom door and leaned against it. She shut her eyes and shook her head, knees weak from the image of Will's smooth muscles flexing in his spectacular torso.
That just wasn't fair. First he saved a kid, then he took off his shirt right in front of her. How was she supposed to maintain that professional distance when he did stuff like that?
She crossed to the desk that held the room service menu and opened it. The words might have been Pig Latin for all the sense they made. She stared at it blindly, seeing Will instead of the dinner listings. Will struggling through that gray water. Will holding a squirming kid against his chest. Will nearly disappearing in the churning floodwaters.
He was never in any danger, she
