Autumn kept the water running until the heat ran out. She’d reach up, once in a while, to push the nozzle farther into the side marked H. And the water would respond for a little while. But eventually, the nozzle was as far over as it would go, and the water was still barely warm. Not cold enough to make her want to move, but not warm enough to make her feel comfortable anymore.

There were two men in her life right then. Only two. One of them was her student, a stud sent from the ...