I shut the water off, dried myself with shaking hands, and reached for the only thing hanging on the hook—the short white bathrobe Lincoln had bought me as a wedding gift and never once asked me to wear. It barely covered the curve of my ass. The belt was thin. One tug and it would fall. I left my hair wet and dripping down my back. I didn’t bother with underwear. There was no point. The robe was already clinging to the damp heat between my legs.

I opened the door.

Dominic stood in the hallway, one hand braced against the wall, the other clenched at his side. His eyes...