Five
Although he remained out in the living room area, Nasim fancied he could hear the sound of water rushing in the shower enclosure. It was quite a large space, with more than enough room for two people to stand under the enormous shower heads and let the water rain down, but he’d known better than to suggest that kind of an activity to Bailey. She would never allow such a liberty.
Besides, he’d already showered.
He sat on the couch and watched the sunlight stream through the living room window and touch his hand, which lay palm up on his thigh. It was hard to believe that that same hand had just touched Bailey, had somehow sent its power within to heal the fractured bone beneath her smooth skin.
But it had. Or rather, he had.
The process had not been so very different from what he
