skin began to crawl as she grumbled impolitely. “I thought you were gone. Did you forget something?”
Liz's voice had the pitch of a skillful used car salesman's, “The guys have locked themselves away for Dylan's party and I thought you and I might have some fun of our own. It is your last night, too, after all. Come here and I'll help you dry off.”
Carolina couldn't believe Liz was flirting with her. “I can take care of myself and I'm in no mood for any other kind of fun. But, I'll slip into my robe and walk you out.” She turned, hurrying back into the bath and was surprised when Liz followed her. Keeping her towel in place, she hurriedly slipped into her pink granny robe, belting it loosely at the waist. Only then, did she reach her hand into the neckline to unfasten the bath sheet, allowing it to slide from beneath the robe to pool around her feet then she tightened the belt of her robe with an angry tug. When she looked at Liz, she narrowed her gaze in suspicion at the predatory glint in the woman's pale eyes. “I'm ready to walk you down. Do you have everything you need?