"Yes, thanks."

"Soda, iced tea, beer, wine-?"

"Water is fine."

"Really? That's all?"

"Yes. Do you mind if I freshen up a bit?" he pointed.

"Behind that glass block wall." As she headed in the direction that he'd indicated, he called out again. "You'll find towels and washcloths in the pantry. Take your time, baby."

Baby...she grinned at the use of that word. It didn't sound cheesy coming out of his mouth, either. His accent made it sound ...