you remembered when you did. I could use the bathroom," he admitted, as she set to work on the ropes.
"There are towels in there if you want to shower," Lissianna said once he was untied and scrambling off the bed.
"Thanks."
"Oh, and I'll bring you a toothbrush. Mom always keeps new ones in the linen closet for visitors."
"Well, I guess dental care is a big deal for you guys," Greg commented as he crossed the room to the bathroom door.
Lissianna was trying to figure out how she should take that, when he glanced over his shoulder with amusement, and said, "That was a joke."
"Oh." She relaxed and managed a smile as he disappeared into the bathroom.
"Idiot, of course it was a joke. Wake up," she muttered to herself once the door was closed.
Lissianna headed out in search of a toothbrush, but her mind was busy guessing what time it was. A little after noon by her guess, which meant she'd slept no more than five hours again. It was becoming a habit, she thought with a sigh.
As it turned out, the linen closet was fresh out of toothbrushes. Lissianna went downstairs to check the pantry just to be sure they hadn't been put in the wrong place, but didn't find any there. She did find her mother's housekeeper on the way back; Maria explained that several guests had forgotten their toothbrushes this time around and used them all. She had them on the list for her weekly shopping trip, but there were none at the moment.
Greg was whistling in the bathroom as Lissianna reentered the bedroom, but there was no sound of running water. She tapped on the door. "Greg?"
The whistling died. "Yeah?"
"I guess we're out of toothbrushes right now, I'm sorry."
"That's okay." There was a hesitation, then, "Would you mind if I use yours? It's not like we haven't swapped spit or anything."
Lissianna was staring blankly at the bathroom door, a little thrown by the swapped spit phrase, when Greg pulled the door open and peered at her.
"That was another joke, Lissianna," he said, then amended himself. "Well, not that we haven't swapped spit, but calling it that is the joke part."
"Oh yes," Lissianna murmured, though she'd hardly heard him, her attention was focused on his chest. She'd thought the lack of running water had meant he hadn't showered yet, but he'd obviously done so while she was downstairs. His hair was damp and he was standing there with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. Dear God, the man was gorgeous.
"Is that 'oh yes' I can use your toothbrush or 'oh yes' we swapped spit?" he asked. When Lissianna raised a blank gaze to him, he tilted his head, and said, "You really aren't a morning person, are you?"
Lissianna closed her eyes and turned away while she still had a brain cell left in her head. They all seemed to be traveling south. And she'd thought it was only men who had that problem.
"You don't happen to have a razor I can use, too, do you?" Greg asked.
"Yes." Pausing, Lissianna turned back and moved past him to get it out of the bathroom drawer.
"Thanks," Greg said as he accepted it.
"I'm afraid I don't have any shaving cream," she said apologetically.
"I'll make do with soap lather," he said with a shrug, then caught her arm as she moved to leave the bathroom again. "You were going to dry your hair, weren't you?" He gestured to the hair dryer lying on the bathroom counter to explain how he knew.
"Oh, yes." She'd just gotten it out when she'd realized that Greg was still tied up.
"Well I'm just shaving and stuff right now. You can share the mirror, if you like. The vanity space is large enough for both of us."
Lissianna hesitated, shy at the idea of sharing bathroom space with him, then realized she was being silly and nodded.
"Good." Greg turned to the counter and staked out the sink on the right.
Not half an hour ago the bathroom had seemed a large and spacious room. There was plenty of floor space, a huge tub, a toilet, clothes hamper, and a counter that ran the length of one entire wall with two sinks in it and a mirror overhead. But once Lissianna was in there with Greg it seemed incredibly small, and at first she was clumsy and uncomfortable as she found her hairbrush, took the hair dryer, unraveled the cord and plugged it in, all while being extra careful not to