CHAPTER 12

Xander's POV

Hearing the humming of a familiar tune from the bathroom, I sit on the edge of the bed trying to figure out where I know the tune from.

Instead of recalling where, an image pops into my head.

A forbidden image of Alex wearing nothing underneath as the shower keeps running alongside the tune.

Realizing how silly of a thought it is, I shake my head, slapping myself mentally to shove away the thought. To keep my mind busy, I drum my finger on the bed as I think over what Mom and I discussed over dinner.

I am wondering why she wants to have a lone time with Alex.

What questions does she have? Is this a way to question her without my presence? Why exactly is she doing this?

Suddenly, the tune stops, and my thoughts drift back to the woman in the frosted bathroom taking a shower.

From the running sound of the shower, I am sure she is still bathing. Perhaps she is washing her hair from the strange scent of shampoo drifting through the closed door.

Another image leaps into my h