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intending to hit the TV room. “I’m too young to witness whatever been-apart-for-four-hours reunion is about to happen here.”
    She flashed him a killer smile. “Smart man.”
    “Have fun.” He picked up another water bottle and headed for the doorway.
    Leah’s voice stopped him. “Cal?”
    He glanced at her over his shoulder. “Yeah?”
    “It’s going to be okay.”
    Damn, he hoped she was right. “I trust you.”
    ***
    Beck hit the top of the steps, ignoring the rumble of conversation and short spurts of laughter coming from the floor below. He wanted to join in, just lose himself in a relaxing evening at home. That had been the plan before his dick convinced his brain that going to Sophie’s house was a good idea. His lower half had been getting him into trouble since he was fourteen, and very little had changed.
    He went over to her place thinking he’d apologize for flashing her in the bathroom. Really, he wanted to get her to open up. Maybe if she were on her turf she’d feel more comfortable. It all made sense in his head, then Tom showed up.
    Stupid fucking Tom.
    The sound of Beck’s footsteps bounced off the walls and echoed down the hallway to the bedrooms. He was about to take a left at the top of the steps and head for his bedroom when the bathroom door grabbed his attention.
    His mind spun back to this morning for the hundredth time. The shower, her shortness of breath when Sophie raced in the room. The evasion and obvious panic caused by something other than the up-close-and-a-bit-too-personal view of his erection.
    She was looking for something. Callen had been beating that verbal drum since they moved into Shadow Hill. The mysterious behavior and her steadfast refusal to talk about anything personal made suspicion easy. Not to mention the times Beck had seen her shifting things around on shelves and stomping her foot on loose floorboards.
    But the bathroom? Beck couldn’t imagine what she needed in there, except the obvious, and the obvious was always the wrong answer with her.
    He turned and stepped into the bathroom doorway. His gaze swept over the small space. Someone, probably Sophie, had hung up his towels. In the fight with Callen, he’d forgotten, but the overturned bottles were back in place and the shampoo spill gone. No one would ever guess this had been the sight of a strange meeting just a few hours ago.
    And he still needed to apologize for his shower behavior. Sophie might be playing them, but that didn’t mean she deserved being harassed. That sort of thing wasn’t his style—he actually filed lawsuits about stuff only a bit harder than that—but his usual common sense abandoned him when she was around.
    His visual tour took him to the vanity. Then the question kicking around in the back of his head, just out of reach, stumbled to the front. The shampoo and stuff sat on the back of the toilet, but there was a vanity. Something had to be in there taking up space.
    He dropped down and balanced on the balls of his feet. Fighting off the sudden revving inside him, he opened the doors. An old brush and a forgotten box of tissues. He felt around, thinking whatever was so important to Sophie could be small.
    Nothing.
    Well, nothing unusual and nothing to get breathless over. She raced in there for a reason, but he wasn’t seeing it. Not on the ceiling or walls. Not in the most logical place, behind closed doors.
    He stood up and stared into the mirror above the sink. After a few seconds he ran his fingertips along the edge and opened the door to the medicine cabinet hidden behind. Some random bottles with prescriptions in their grandmother’s name and the stuff Declan insisted on using for sore muscles, regardless of the smell. Beck had no idea how Leah tolerated that.
    But she was not the woman on Beck’s mind right now.
    He braced his hands against the sides of the sink and tried to concentrate. Sophie had a reason for everything she did. She intended to come into the