Abby
I step out of the fragrant bath, tendrils of hot steam curling up around me. My skin is flushed pink from the hot water, but I feel more relaxed than I have in a long time.
Except, there’s the fact that Reginald’s proposal is still whirling around my head.
Karl rises up out of the water after me and wraps a towel around his waist. He hasn’t said much about it yet, and I think he’s been processing since Reginald made the offer for us to come here, but I can’t hold it in any longer.
“What’s going through your head?” I ask, meeting his gaze in the bathroom mirror as I begin to comb out my damp hair and run a fragrant cream through the strands.
Karl pauses, chewing the inside of his cheek, before he answers. “I, uh… I don’t know.”
“There has to be more than that.”
