The hot water rolled over my breasts while I inhaled the scent of fresh coffee from the kitchen. I had wanted another Guinness, but William"s insistence on coffee sounded too good to argue. It was three in the morning and I was just a little over half done with this. I needed to stay sharp.
I dug the stress and raw tears from my eyes.
“Almost done,” I whispered and sighed.
I killed the water, wrung the excess from my hair and enjoyed the steam for a moment before stepping out onto the plush rug. A minute later, I had patted myself dry, towel dried my hair, and had slipped into my most comfortable pair of gray lounge pants and a sage green tank top that slimmed my body.
After brushing my hair with my hands a few times, I exited the bathroom with a billowing cloud of steam that caught Wi
