Iris smiled. ‘It’s not red, anyway. It’s strawberry blonde.’ ‘Oh, excuse me for not knowing the exact color of the hair causing plumbing issues.’ ‘You’re exaggerating!’ He laughed. ‘Maybe a little.’ His eyes roved over her before landing back on her face. ‘Nice to know you’re thinking about me while you’re in the shower, though,’ she teased. ‘Oh, Iris, you have no idea.’ The words were a low rumble, muttered under his breath as though maybe she wasn’t meant to hear them. But she had.
