Landon was true to his word, and Keelan enjoyed a long, leisurely soak at the hotel. At least, it was leisurely until he joined her in the tub. It was some time later before they emerged, quite flushed and well-pruned. To Keelan’s delight, the additional time in the bath had soaked off several shades of the dye, leaving her skin the color of clover honey, and her wet hair a deep amber.
Thanks to Landon’s nimble fingers and patience, she stood before the mirror at last, in the grey satin gown her husband had purchased for her in Charleston. The natural tint of her hair was beginning to show, and the result was agreeable, much better than the tiger stripes.
Landon wore black breeches, shined boots, a new white linen shirt, and a deep navy waistcoat. He’d contained his dark satin locks with
