No Ring Required: Millionaire's Calculated Baby Bid. Laura Wright

not sure what I want,” he said tightly. “I’d like some options.”

      Her expression now impenetrable, she nodded. “All right. Well, I’m finally going to take that shower I’ve been looking forward to since this morning, and I’ll meet you out front in thirty minutes.”

      The thought of Mary naked under a waterfall of hot water had Ethan sucking in oxygen, but not enough: his lungs constricted with pain. She was going to take off that robe, not him. She was going to touch her skin, not him. Women could be masters at torture, but this woman had it down to a science. His gaze shot to the small bathroom to his right. So white and clean and sweet.

      His entire body charged with electricity, Ethan turned away and headed back down the stairs.

      “We could always walk into town,” Mary suggested as she sat in the back of a small black buggy, outside the gates of their rental house.

      Glaring at the docile horse, Ethan slowly shook his head. “Nope.”

      The carriage driver looked straight ahead, smart enough not to get involved, but Mary wasn’t afraid to incur the wrath of Ethan Curtis. The late-afternoon sun was starting to mellow into a stunning orangish pink and if they didn’t get a move on they’d be scouting locations for the party in the dark.

      “Are you going to climb up here or not?” Mary asked as she watched Ethan sidle up to the chestnut mare.