CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
It was clear what Mia needed. Bath time. It had been a long day, and she needed her daddy to take care of her. There was no way I was going back to town to leave her alone after what she’d been through today, and lucky for her, she agreed. I dumped three generous squirts of bubble bath into the steaming water, and the room filled with the scent of honeysuckle.
Mia was striking in her white terrycloth robe, which I had wrapped her in to keep her warm. She sat on the vanity stool while I prepared her bath. Her hair was brushed up loosely into a ponytail, the baby fine wisps at the back of her neck and at her temple added to her youthful appearance. Yummy.
“There are negative consequences to being isolated and independent, you know?” Mia said while spinning to and fro o
