She stripped off her jacket as she hit the bedroom door. Released her weapon harness and tossed it on the sofa. Yanked off boots by hopping one-footed toward the bathroom, and had her shirt off when she heard the water running. Damn, he’d beaten her home after all. She peeled off the rest. ‘Turn that water temp up.’ ‘Done. I adjusted when I heard the graceful patter of your delicate feet stomping about in the bedroom.’
