"True. True," she says, bundling up the towel. She gestures with her chin. "Why don't you drag the coffee table over and set the beers on that? I'm just going to drop these in the washing machine."

Still grinning, humming tunelessly under her breath, she disappears into the shadows at the far corner of the warehouse floor. She's only gone a minute, and he can hear water running as she washes her hands. When she returns, she regards him with a lop-sided grin, hands on her hips.

"Now. Where were we?"