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“That’s not the fucking point!” Brett yelled, making Nova flinch.

They reached his office door, and Nova’s heart threatened to climb into her throat. Was he going to realize that someone had been in his office?

She held her breath as he took his key out and unlocked the door. He stepped inside, then glanced back toward the men. “Both of you. Get in here.”

As soon as they entered, the door slammed shut behind them.

Nova didn’t waste another second. She closed her laptop, gathered all the documents she had been working on, and threw them into her bag, not bothering to arrange anything neatly.

Her chair scraped softly against the floor as she stood. She took one last glance towards Brett’s office before slinging her bag over her shoulder and heading towards the door.

The moment her feet hit the stairs, she picked up her pace.

She looked at her watch again. Snow had told her that he had a call scheduled with the team, so he should be in the room. That’s where she headed.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

As Nova approached her and Snow’s room, she fished her key card from her pocket and swiped it.

As soon as the light flashed green and she heard the beep, she gripped the handle and pushed it open.

“Snow, you’re not to believe what I—”

The words died in her throat as she slammed into something warm, solid, and wet.

“Oof!” She muttered as a pair of strong hands caught her by the upper arms to keep her upright, while her own palms landed on bare skin.

Nova looked down and saw Snow standing directly in front of her, wearing nothing but a white towel wrapped low around his hips. Tiny droplets of water still clung to his tanned skin.

Her eyes traced over his broad shoulders, a sculpted chest, and abs that she wanted to run her fingers over. His black hair was still damp, with several strands hanging carelessly across his forehead, making those ridiculously blue eyes seem even brighter.

Her hands were still touching him, and her brain was screaming at her to pull them away. Unfortunately, the rest of her appeared to be enjoying the view a little too much.

Good Lord. No wonder romance novels raved about washboard abs. She had always thought it was an exaggeration. Apparently not.

She met his gaze to find his blue eyes dancing with amusement. He wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore. And the smug little smile tugging at his lips told her he was enjoying every second of her embarrassment.

“Uh…”

Snow’s lips twitched. “Are you planning to stand there and stare?”

Nova yanked her hands back so fast she nearly slapped herself. “I…you…”

Christ, she couldn’t even utter an intelligent sentence. She folded her arms across her chest, mainly because she wasn’t sure where else to put them. “

“What are you doing in the shower?” she finally blurted out. “I thought you had a call with your team.”

He grinned. “I do.”

“Then why are you…like this?” Her eyes betrayed her, drifting downward for the briefest second.

His grin grew.

“One of the valves I was inspecting leaked some kind of oil residue, and I got it all over me.

She wrinkled her nose. “Fair point. But what about the team?”

“I’m on the call with them now.”