"Will you help?" she asked again.

"As long as it's not another attempt to trick me and stare at my unmentionables."

She laughed, her cheeks flushed. "Um . . . my bag is on the floor. I have a razor."

"I don't normally do this for your information." I found her bag, and then smoothed cream along her legs, trying to focus on my task, and not the fact that she was completely naked, with my hands on her thighs.

Everly replied, "Shaving legs or sharing a bath tub?"

I did my best to find her eyes, and avoid all the glory on the way up.

"Both, Everly Anne." I shaved long, steady, strides carefully, but quickly, needing this to be over as soon as possible.

"You're pretty good at it for a rookie. I always cut myself like crazy."

I didn't say anything. Focus. Focus.

"Tell me something about you that isn't part of your condition." I said. "Something Logan and the class won't know."

"Like what?"

"Anything."

"Well, I always wanted to be a real Southern Belle." She sighed. "I'd sell both of your perfect unmentionables to be a Belle."

I paused, unable to hold the razor steady as I laughed. "Don't make jokes when I have a sharp object pressed to your skin, please." I waved the razor at her.

She smiled. "I trust you, Callum Andrew."

I shook my head and went back to her leg. "For the record, you're a Belle, Everly."

She put out her hands to stop me. I glanced between her and her leg.

"What?" I asked nervously. "Did I cut you?"

"No, see ... now my joke is going to stink. A good zinger is all about timing."

"Oh," I sighed. "Sorry, finish your joke."

"Does that mean you plan on ringing me?"

I put the down razor and rinsed my hands so I could cup her cheeks.

"I've told you that you're beautiful, right?"

"Once or twice," she whispered. "Callum Andrew?"

"Everly Anne."

"You know the one free day you wish for us to have?"

"Today," I said. "Yes."

"Well, does this day absolve our inconvenient reality?"

I smiled at her, my hands still framing her face. "I believe it does. Yes."

"So," she said seriously, "that would mean you'd be able to kiss me on the mouth, like it was serious, like it meant something?"

I thumbed her cheeks. "I believe it would."

"Okay," she nodded. "I wanted to be clear, that's all."

"Of course. Clarification is everything."