She held her breath as he listened to her suggestion, worried that he might take it as an insult. But in reality, she knew she was right about this; a white shirt would have stood out in the starkness of the warehouse. She watched his hands come up to undo the tie of his robe and for one wild moment, Rowan's mind ran away with what she thought he was about to do. But he just let the robe drop — because of course he had to if he was going to change his shirt...

Which he proceeded to discard next, his back turned to her. Rowan's mouth dropped open at his lack of modesty, and she quickly turned to either side as if that would help preserve any sense of privacy. Her cheeks grew hot, and for one moment, one small infinitesimal moment she watched him walk to his armoire - watched the way he moved as he searched for another shirt; the sudden constriction in her chest forced her to inhale sharply and she quickly pivoted away, her eyes squeezed shut. Of all the moments - of all the moments for her to witness that, for her mind to spontaneously take her thoughts to somewhere other than what they were about to do (get rid of a dead body).

She didn't wait for him to finish his sentence as she quickly gathered her bearings, biting her lip again. "Yes, that's much better." It came out in a rush and she picked her hat back up, jammed it on her head and joined him by his side. "Hold on." Gripping her wand, she didn't wait for his response and counted down to three before pivoting sharply.

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