Tuesday
Aislen took a rushed shower and stepped out to find Talen in the door of the bathroom, holding her towel. He wrapped it around her. “Cameron told me. I will drive you into town,” he said, as he rubbed her dry.
“You’re worried,” she observed, touching his cheek, still fascinated by its bareness.
“I am concerned,” he corrected, as he turned his attention to her hair, running the comb through it. “You predicted this flood and these bodies, and that is something that should be taken seriously. So, I will be the one to take you to town.”
“Yes, daddy,” she melted against his chest, wrapping her arms around him. “I love you.”
He pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. “Let’s get you dressed.”
She pulled on her black jeans and boots, and a skin-tight, black, knit jumper with skull
