He shrugs. “It’s a gift.” “Hmm. Something like that.” I turn back to look out the window. “So, what are we going to do first? Skinny-dipping in the hot tub, right?” His jaw drops in his reflection and I laugh, turning around to pat his shoulder. “I’m kidding, Lawson. I’m not skinny-dipping with you. I brought a bathing suit.” I walk past him, grabbing my bag and heading for the stairs to find my bedroom.
