Chapter Two~ Singin' in the rain.

Clara POV

Ok, so she had no qualms about sharing a house with a guy she didn't know…hell, she was probably more comfortable in that kind of situation than any guy, seeing as she shared living quarters with her entire team. No, it was the fact that she was sharing a bathroom with the Lt. that she was worried about. See, the only two guest rooms in the house were right next to each other and connected by a bathroom. So when she went to put away her things, she saw that the counter was already taken up by various masculine products.

Jeez, and I thought the girls back in high school had a crap-ton of stuff. Clara decided to just keep her personal toiletries in her room until such a time when they were needed. And since she had already eaten on the way to the Plummer house, she made up her mind to go ahead and grab a shower before the kids decided to start circling her again. Just after Clara had stepped under the spray of the shower and started washing her hair, there was a knock on the door adjoining to the Lt.'s room.

"Come on in," she called, tipping her head back under the spray to rinse off.

"Beggin' your pardon, ma'am, but…uh, I just needed to take care of some things."

Clara chuckled, squeezing conditioner into her palm. "Well, sir, you just go on ahead and do that. By all means, be my guest."

Shane POV

OhGodohGodohGodohGodohGodohG odohGod…this was the genius military mind of Lt. Shane Wolfe. Suffice to say that he was freaking out. Damn, why did this woman have to be so ok with him being in the bathroom with her naked and dripping wet behind the shower curtain? Between that, the steam, and the scent of her shampoo, it was a surprise to even himself that Shane wasn't passed out on the cool tile floor.

Well, it might have something to do with the fact that she probably shares living quarters with a bunch of guys anyway.

Little did he know that this supposedly unaffected woman was secretly freaking out behind the scenes.

Clara POV

He was still in there, she could tell. He was being quiet, but Clara could feel him moving around the bathroom. Of course, she was extremely glad that there was a curtain between them, but, when it came down to it, even that wasn't much of anything. Clara was getting all hot and bothered just thinking about it. There was no way this was gonna be a simple couple of weeks, but hopefully she could find some way to keep out of his way. The Sgt. had been told that he was in charge of the kid's safety, so more than likely she would just be the entertainer, which she had no issue with, since Clara loved the kids like they were her own flesh and blood. It helped that she hadn't talked to her own family in years…certain issues made sure of that.

"Ma'am?" his voice pulled her out of her train of thought. She hadn't realized that he had been talking to her.

"Hmm? I'm sorry, Lt., what is it?" She suddenly noticed that the water was getting very cold, so she turned it off. "I was off in La-La Land."

She could hear him chuckle. "I was just asking if you knew anyway to get the soldiers to listen instead of just doing the exact opposite of what I order.

"Could you hand me that towel on the counter?"

Shane POV

He almost did a double-take. What had she just asked him?

"Lt.? Are you still out there?"

"Oh, yeah, sorry." He reached behind him and held the towel up to the edge of the shower curtain.

The curtain parted just enough for him to see the end of her hair as her soaking arm peeked out from the shower. "Thanks," she grabbed it and pulled her arm back. "Um, would you mind discussing this in a moment…you know, after I dry off and get dressed?"

God damn, that was hot…wait, WHAT?! What the hell is wrong with me?

"Of course, ma'am. I didn't mean to intrude." He made his way back to the door, opening it and stepping through, to get away as fast as possible. Only to realize that he was not in his room. He had gone through the wrong door. Shane turned around to go back through, and was met by the sight of a dripping wet woman stepping out of the tub with a towel wrapped tightly around her torso, holding it up with a hand at her breasts.

Holy hell…the normally stoic S.E.A.L. was suddenly very aware of the fact that he was a man, as his eyes drifted up and down her form of their own accord.

Then, her face turned bright red and the army dog of a woman squeaked. She jumped out of the tub, grabbing him by the shirt collar, maneuvering so that she was in the doorway of her bedroom, and he was in the bathroom. She then pushed him back, muttering a quick sorry, and then promptly slammed the door in his face. Shane stood there for a moment, trying to gain motor control of his body and put his head in order, before he turned and practically stumbled through the correct door.

He sat on his bed and dragged his hand over his face and head. Well, this has been an interesting advancement in my situation…God, I wonder what was hiding under that towel…DAMN IT, MAN, SHUT THE FUCK UP! His mind yelled, and he decided to go to sleep before his mind came up with anymore brilliant things to run create unwelcome images (well, sort of. There was the matter of the fact that he was a man. And damn if that woman didn't get to him…and he'd only known her for about two hours). Oh, yes. This was definitely going to be interesting.