In His Brother's Place. Elizabeth Lane

bottom that looked as if it might fit her. But the top was impossibly big. Never mind, she’d just wear her pink T-shirt.

      Kicking off her jeans and underpants she pulled on the brief. As an afterthought, she unhooked her bra, worked it out from under her shirt and tossed it onto a bench with the rest of her clothes. Draping a white terry robe over her arm she followed the stone path around the garden wall.

      Trust the Coopers not to have an ordinary hot tub. This one was built of native stone set low in the ground like a grotto. On one side, desert plants added to the natural setting. The other side was open to a sweeping view of the mountains.

      By now the night air had grown chilly. A shimmering curtain of steam rose from the water’s rippling surface.

      Angie laid the robe on a stool and stepped down into the delicious warmth. Settling onto the lip of the underwater bench, she sank up to her shoulders and closed her eyes. Heaven.

      Smiling blissfully, she opened her eyes. Only then did Angie realize she wasn’t alone. From the far side of the hot tub, Jordan’s face grinned back at her.