Chapter 101

**Sloane**

He actually turned, shoulders broad and damp under the steam, and for a moment I just stared at him, at the ridiculousness of it. Ronan, the man who’d faced down gunfire without flinching, was standing here waiting for me to scrub his back like some overgrown child. I dipped the cloth in the soap, working it up into a lather, and pressed it against his skin. He shivered at the first tou