Chapter 8: SilkeHot water cascaded down her back and Silke danced underneath, singing at the top of her lungs to “Eye of the Tiger” blaring from somewhere. Instead of her own shower gel, she grabbed Alex’s Davidoff and poured a generous glob onto her sponge, and the strong, fresh smell permeated the small space. Survivor came to the end and she belted out the refrain once, twice, three times and a fourth, giving it all she had.
“Damn right, Schatz.” The door of the shower slid open and Alex stepped in behind her.
Of course! This was their song. It had played at the bar where they had met and again when they danced for the first time. Unbeknownst to Silke, Alex had requested it back then. Silke reached for her, but Alex stepped back.
“There. You forgot a spot.”
“Ja?” Silke mocked her, k
