Flickering golden light emanated from the little window in the middle of the wall. Morgan was in the bathroom and had found the candles. What she hadn't done was completely close the shutters. She'd tried, but the broken one wouldn't extend over the window.
On quiet feet, Jack approached the small glass pane. He shouldn't look; he knew that. But he didn't have a lot of scruples where she was concerned.
Edging closer, Jack peered in, looking into the narrow bathroom. Steam rose from the claw-footed tub. Beside it, Morgan ran a hand under the water stream. Apparently satisfied with the temperature, she set the plug in the tub then backed away.
Her hands settled on the first button of Alyssa's leather getup. At a push of her thumb, the button came loose. A second followed suit. The soft, rounded edged of her cleavage and a hint of the black bra he hadn't forgotten peeked out to torment him.
