"You clean her up… I'm gone." Rowan found a towel, wrapping it around his waist as he spoke.
Ronan glared at him. "You—"
"Ciao." Rowan gave a casual wave and stepped toward the door.
He paused with his hand on the handle, then glanced back at Maya's spent form still lying across Ronan's chest.
Something shifted in his expression. Instead of leaving, he dropped the towel, crossed the room, and carefully gathered Maya into his arms.
"Change of plans," he muttered.
Ronan watched in silence as Rowan carried her out of the bedroom and down the short hallway to the adjoining bathroom.
He stepped into the large marble shower with her still in his arms and turned the water on. Warm spray cascaded over both of them as he set her on her feet, steadying her against the cool marble wall.
Maya's eyes fluttered open, dazed and heavy-lidded.
