There’s a sharp knock on the door, but before you have a chance to answer, your partner swings it open and sees you. Right in the middle of your hotel room. Changing out of your tactical gear. Standing there. In a sports bra.

Normally, Leon wouldn’t be perturbed by the idea—he did experience military communal showers, after all—but that was before he realized you were a woman. And quite an attractive one at that, beneath all the kevlar and mil-spec nylon. “Shit. I—“ he averts his eyes.