NINE
In Roxie’s mind, the fantasy could last forever. The warmth of the water seeping into every crevice. The light of the glorious sky shining down to sparkle off the bubbles. What a picture…
“I’m no expert…” s**t. “But I think you’re doing it wrong.”
One of her eyes opened to confirm, yeah, that was Zairn, standing just inside the bathroom smirking at her. At least one thing hadn’t changed.
“I was just…” Sitting up, she drummed her nails on either side of the tub. “Playing make-believe.” As he went to the vanity, Roxie jumped out of the tub. “I didn’t know you were a bathtub fan.”
“I’m not,” he said, putting his phone and a big stack of small paper squares down.
“I always wanted one of those claw-foot roll-top types… you know, the ones that are higher at the end. They’re called sli
