Chapter 6
Luckily, she’d washed her hair on Saturday morning, so Rosemary piled it on top of her head, secured it with a clip, and climbed into the shower in the guest bath, glad that she could get cleaned up quickly. Yes, letting the hot water beat down on her scalp probably would have felt good, might have helped with the dull headache currently pulsing behind her temples, but she didn’t want to spend that much time on herself. Not today…not with Will waiting downstairs for her.
She thought she could still feel the pressure of his hand on hers, which she knew had to be her mind playing with her. Even so, she couldn’t ignore how welcome his touch had been, how solid and strong and reassuring even that brief contact was. She needed that reassurance right then, when her own body felt some
