CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
After lunch Ivy had needed another distraction, so she went for a dip in the bathtub in the downstairs family bathroom, the only tub in the place. With waterfall taps and recessed lighting, the gleaming tile was dazzling, but the water felt good seeping into every crevice of her body. After an hour or so in there, she was beginning to prune, so she climbed out, drained the water, and wrapped a fluffy white towel around her body.
She ducked into the kitchen for a drink of rehydrating juice and washed her glass then went into the living room with ideas of going upstairs to the bedroom. When she was halfway across the room the front door opened, and she froze. Wearing nothing but a towel, she wasn’t in the best position to defend herself against danger.
When Dax came in,
