Free Love Shack (Tiny Houses, Big Hearts) by Roxy Mews Page B

back up.”
    He didn’t look like the type of guy to rough it at anything, but sure enough, he made his way into the shower and she heard him suck in a breath as he pushed the flow through the showerhead.

Chapter Sixteen
    His lips might have turned blue, but he at least lost his erection. He was surprised it took as long as it did, considering she was right and the water was damn near ice from the moment he stepped under the stream.
    The shower was small, but he could fit in it. The basin was recessed, so it was actually tall enough for him to get under the water comfortably. He couldn’t even get that in his own home.
    He found the towel on the other side of the curtain. His roommate had one wrapped around her head, so he assumed the one left was for him. From what he’d learned about how she lived, if she didn’t need it, she probably wouldn’t have it in the house.
    The thought of climbing into the bed area in a towel was not appealing. He’d need to remember to bring his clothes with him next time. There was also a lot of planning ahead in this tiny house living. Brandon left his boxer briefs off, because after his little stress reliever in the bed, he wasn’t going to put them back on. He pulled on his pajama pants and wrapped the towel around his shoulders.
    When he stepped out, he saw Felicity making coffee like she seemed to do everything else. She was dancing to music.
    “You are way too cheery for the morning.”
    “I should be cheery. I have a press junket set up by Debbie. She has a bunch of reporters, television and newspaper, showing up at her news station just to do an interview with me.” She took a shaky breath. “And I have to be upbeat, so there’s no better way to do that than with music.”
    Felicity spun as she lifted a small coffee grinder in the air and turned it on. The smell of freshly ground beans distracted him. He was almost able to ignore the way she shook her hair when taking it out of the towel. He always ground his own beans and found himself grateful for one small part of his morning he could keep.
    “When do we have to be there?”
    Felicity stopped the grinder and poured the grounds into a paper filter on top of what looked to be a glass beaker. “Oh,” she said as she put more beans into the grinder. “Did you want to come with me?”
    Brandon had to remind himself that he didn’t want to be in front of a camera. He had to remind himself that he wanted to be anywhere but in the spotlight with this.
    He reminded himself of all these things even as his mouth said, “Well, I would think they would want to know how our first night went from my point of view.”
    She smiled. “They might not be interviewing you. Most of these spots are about tiny house living. Being that you were only here one night, what would you have to tell them that I don’t know?”
    “I could tell them you snore,” he grumbled.
    She gasped. “I do not .”
    Brandon looked around her adorably indignant pose and saw that a whole tablespoon of coffee had brewed. “Are we going to have coffee before lunch?”
    She smiled. “I figured you’d be impatient. So I got this.”
    Out of a pocket from what looked to be a curtain, she pulled out a giant syringe.
    “What are you going to do with that?”
    “I’m going to make sure you get your coffee.”
    “I don’t want an enema.”
    She laughed. “Just watch.”
    In only a couple minutes, she had done some kind of magic that made him a cup of coffee from the giant tube. After his coffee was steaming in the cup, she discarded the grounds into a bucket outside of the window.
    He sniffed it. Surely it couldn’t taste as good as a properly brewed drink.
    “Did you need any sugar or milk?” She grabbed a few containers from the counter and her tiny refrigerator.
    “That depends on what this tastes like.”
    Leaning over the small table, she placed her hands on either side of the cup. The liquid inside wobbled and he held the mug tighter. He wasn’t