James is already barefoot and coatless, aroused and shivering, when Laura appears in the doorway.
She stops when she sees him standing in the narrow space between the kitchen counter and the wall, arms held stiffly at his sides to keep his fingers from dancing. “Good morning,” she murmurs. Her gaze lingers on his bare feet, making him curl his toes against the cold tile.
“Morning, love,” Robbie says brightly, looking up from his paper. His smile is a burst of warmth in the already warm kitchen as he motions Laura in.
Then he glances at James, says coolly, “Take off your trousers next.”