Banjo wrinkled his nose at both suggestions and came out of the bathroom, a fluffy white towel wrapped around his hips. Well, this was embarrassing. But at least she didn’t know about— “Tell Rafe to come out, too. Little point hiding in there after the racket the three of you made last night.” Kill. Me. Now. Rafe came out wearing an identical towel to Banjo. “So, I can explain…” Selina raised one eyebrow in my direction. “I’m old and widowed but not stupid, sweetheart. You don’t need to explain.”
