"And Alan," she reminded him. She didn't like taking all the praise when she hadn't done all the work. She owed the man now, and she knew it. And damn her if she wasn't going to find a way to erase that marker sooner than later.

The light patch of hair on his chest tickled her cheek, and she turned to nip at him. "So, is this your lounging around outfit now?" She poked at the towel, giving the edge a tug. "I like it."