One bourbon. That’s my limit.”

“One at a time, you mean.”

He laughs. “See you later, gator.”

“Be safe.”

She hangs up, tosses the hand towel on the floor, and—

—Milo nearly gasps as she—

—unwraps the giant towel, stands in the center of the dressing area completely nude, hands on hips, staring at herself in the full-length mirror.

She’s…amazing!

Faith turns, Milo gets full-frontal.

Surprise number four: bush. Close-trimmed, but full. You don’t see that very often. At least not on the porn sites he frequents.

She turns back to the mirror, cups her breasts, lifts them, frowns. There’s no reason for the frown. He’d peg her a 34-C. And firmer than he expected.

As she moves around, he tries to get a better view through the louvered slats….

And bumps the door with the gun.

Faith looks up, eyes wide with shock.

Milo pushes the door open.

Faith gasps. Her eyes go from Milo’s face to the gun. She screams, then charges him, catching him off guard.

“You son of a bitch!” she yells.

She slaps him once, twice, three times, full force. Then grabs the towel and wraps it around herself. “What the fuck are you doing here? You weren’t supposed to come till after I leave!”

“I wanted to get here early. Make sure I was ready. I didn’t know you’d still be here.”

“You fucking pervert!”

“Look,” he says. “Lighten up. I’m killing your husband for you, aren’t I?”

“Are you? Because from here it looks like you’re a degenerate peeping Tom.”

“I was concentrating on getting the gun. When I realized you were in the shower I was afraid I’d scare you.”

“Oh really? You didn’t see the bedroom door was shut? Didn’t hear the water running before you came in the bedroom?”

“You’ve got a gorgeous body. I’m sorry I peeked. I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Like what, spied on a woman?”

“Killed a man. I’m not thinking straight. It’s harder than you think.”

She stares him down. Then says. “Forget it. It’s a shitty thing to do to me, but I can’t forget you’re doing me a major favor. Let’s move forward.