“Good girl.” He placed me on the bench in the shower before he turned on the water. I used this time to look at him. For a man nearly twice my age, his body could rival a twenty-year-old. He has scars, but his tattoos frame them like a badge of honor. There's so much about him that I don't know, and I wonder if I ever will. He tested the temperature of the water before he pulled me to him.
He washed me before he washed himself. He dried me off and helped me get dressed. He threw on a t-shirt and sweatpants before he walked me to my car. I saw him grimace at it, but he said nothing. He opened the car door. After I sat inside, he buckled me in. “Drive safely and get some rest. We will pick this up tomorrow.”
I smiled softly as I nodded. “Yes, Mr. Rourke.”
A flicker of something dashed a
