ELEVEN
Even though it took an age to dry her hair with the blow-dryer in the hotel bathroom, it was only as Tulsi stood there, trying to imagine some semblance of normality that she started to get over her disorientation.
The shower had felt good, washing her hair, even shaving her legs, gave her back some sense of self. Drying her hair had been the cherry on the cake. It was odd to feel such a sense of safety in such a confined space, but being alone was better than being in the room with the men.
After plucking and preening, there was nothing left to do. She pulled on a tank top and shorts pajama set and grabbed the toweling robe from the back of the door. Bringing the pillow in, even though it had been an accident, turned out to work in her favor.
Although the tile floor was all she
