“Fine. I’m going to go take a shower with Jeremiah while you do whatever it is you need to do.”
“I’ll lay fresh towels on the bed for you.”
Heather nodded and strode down the hall to the spare bedroom at the end of it. She found Jeremiah sitting on the edge of the primly made queen bed. He was awake but barely, and he looked utterly exhausted except for the glimmer of a smile playing about his lips.
“What are you smiling about?” she asked, stripping out of her tank top.
“Just listening to you and Christina. She’s as stubborn as you are, and it’s easy to see why you’re such good friends.”
“Damn her,” she muttered fondly. “We’re here to help her not to make more work for her. We do not need her to play gracious hostess. Anyhow, how about that shower?”
“Mmm. Shower.”
“Come on, sleepyhe
