![]() There are a lot of reasons why getting involved with Hanna on a romantic level would not be a good idea. Reminding me that I’m in my forties, and very much still a bachelor. All the time I’ve been spending with Hanna is starting to get to me. Once I carry the drinks over and set them in the cup holders, I sink into the hot, bubbly water, stretch my arms out, let my head fall back and my eyes close. I set the drinks on the outdoor dining table, remove the hot tub cover and check the temperature, making sure it’s not too hot. I change into my swim trunks, pour myself a scotch, heavy on the rocks, and her a glass of wine before I make my way outside. ![]() And I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been thinking a lot about time alone with her this weekend. It also means I get more time with Hanna, so it’s a win all the way around. It’s more that she wants them to have their privacy. Because I invited her to stay at my place this weekend rather than at King’s. ![]() She disappears down the hall to the spare bedroom, where she’s sleeping tonight. “And yes, to answer your question, I did, in fact, bring the red bikini.” “You’re trouble tonight, aren’t you?” Her fingertips dance along my traps as she brushes past me. ![]()
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