Chapter 3: PhotoshootOne cowboy boot sat upright beside the wooden tub, the other three lay haphazardly several feet apart where they’d been kicked off in haste. There was a pile of clothes near that one, and some brown, striped rocks that had fallen from Alfie’s pocket. The room felt more masculine than the area downstairs. The walls were timber, like the floor, the curtains and top layer of bedclothes silk but without pattern, just a solid shade of blue. Two hats sat just so atop, perfectly placed right beside one another, as if the side brims were kissing.
The tub fit two, its water now warm enough to be pleasurable but cold enough at the start to sober Alfie up a bit.
“Ready?” Collette, one of Miss Rose’s ladies, emptied a freshly filled bucket over Gustavo and Alfie’s heads without
