INT. - KINSEY'S APARTMENT - MORNING

Kinsey paced her bedroom, listening to the sound of water splashing in her shower. She'd meant to offer him the spare room, really. Had no intention of allowing Jordan into her master suite. But, somehow, he'd wandered into her domain with a cheery grin and an immediate need to shower. She'd watched him reach for the hem of the scrub shirt he'd borrowed from Ray, before turning her back and hurrying from the room.

Was it safe to leave ...