Danielle’s muscles screamed in protest as she got up off the bed. Every part of her ached, and she was pretty sure her shoulder was going to stage a full rebellion if she asked it to do anything else today.
She limped across the room to the door Seth had indicated. The bathroom beyond looked like something out of a five-star resort. Slate tile floors, warm recessed lighting, sleek counters with double sinks.
Then she saw it. Not the shower.
A massive soaking tub, deep and wide with jets along the sides and a small towel neatly folded on the edge. A small ledge surrounded it, holding an assortment of bottles, jars, small round objects, and candles that had clearly never been used. The thing looked like it had been imported from some luxury spa, designed for royalty. Or maybe just very sp
