“I DON’T WANT TO TAKE a bath right now,” I said, as Jess tugged me up the stairs.
“Please, Jem. I made you a special scent.” She sashayed backward across the landing, her hand wrapped around mine with the strength of a surgical clamp. Reaching the door, she waltzed me into the bathroom.
The water already gushed from the tap, a not altogether unpleasant steam rising to the ceiling, and I couldn’t help but smile. Jess had always been enthusiastic about knowing if people liked the gifts she made for them.
“Okay, okay.” I gave a sigh—an attempt to hide my amusement. “I’ll take the bath, if you’ll stop nagging, but I’m taking it alone. I don’t need an audience.”
“I don’t want to watch you. What do you take me for?” She snorted. “I’m just going to give your back a little rinse over, help dri
