“True, but I worry that I hurt you.” His voice was filled with sincere regret, and she couldn’t stop thinking that, if her life had been different she could have had something special with this man. Something worth cherishing.
But she had to keep him at somewhat of a distance because he would leave. He’d go about living his life. And she would go back to being Mrs. Watkins, of Watkins Shipbuilding, and M. Michael Watkins, Naval Architect.
“You worry far too much about me,” she said as she sunk into the deliciously warm water. “My size and frame are deceptive. I am very sturdily built.”
He didn’t reply, but took her towel and moved the stool closer to the tub. He pushed aside her hair and cupping his hands, he poured the warm water over her back. “You are so fair and beautiful.” A single
