Remember Love: Saints Protection & Investigations by Maryann Jordan Page B
Authors: Maryann Jordan
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his breath, he grinned. “Let’s get you situated. I’ll fix something to eat since we didn’t have lunch and you can take a shower if you’d like.”
Her warm eyes sparkled as she tried to hide her pleasure, but she nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, please! I haven’t had a full shower since…well, in a long time.” Ducking her head as she stumbled over her comment, she was grateful when he left it alone.
She followed him dutifully as he led her back through the house, noting that even with an older dog following them and several cats around, the space was neat and clean. The kitchen was not large, but sufficient. The living room was much bigger since it appeared to be combined with what would have been a dining room as well. He led her up the stairs and she accepted the towels he handed her.
“My room and bathroom are here on the left,” he said, “and the second bedroom is on the right, with the bathroom here.” He opened the door at the end of the short hall, exposing a small, but clean, bathroom.
Her breath caught in her throat as she looked at the facilities. I’ve sponged bathed in public bathrooms for…how long now? Weeks? The white tiled room, gleaming in cleanliness, overwhelmed her. She looked up, realizing he had been speaking and she completely missed what he had said.
“I’m sorry,” she gushed, tucking a strand of dirty hair behind her ear. “What did you say?”
“I just wanted to know if you needed anything.”
“No, no, this is more than enough.”
He stood for a moment, her words striking deep inside of him. A small bathroom is more than enough. Where have you been? What happened to you? Sucking in a deep breath, he said, “Well, I’ll be downstairs if you need anything.” He glanced down to the small backpack she carried. “Hang on,” he said, as he turned and headed into his bedroom. Returning, he handed her one of his old DEA t-shirts. “I know it’ll be big, but it’s clean. We’ll wash clothes tonight.”
As the worn-soft material slid through her fingers, she clutched it tightly, bringing it to her chest, catching the clean scent of detergent. “Thank you, again,” she whispered, not trusting her voice.
“Um, there’s some shower gel, shampoo, and some…um…products under the sink in there. My sister comes for a visit occasionally and she leaves things here so she doesn’t have to bring them with her. She’d be happy for you to use anything.”
Sucking in her lips, knowing if she spoke now she would burst into tears, she simply nodded.
With a grin, he turned and headed back down the stairs. She watched him until he disappeared, his large body moving gracefully. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she hoped she was not making a mistake staying at his house. I’m not afraid of him…I’m afraid of feeling something for him.
Taking a deep breath, she hurried into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. A few minutes later, stepping into the shower, letting the water sluice over her body, she luxuriated in the simple act of washing every part of her body. She found a razor and sweet smelling shaving cream, coconut body wash, shampoo, and conditioner. After scrubbing her hair, she stepped out of the tub, into the steaming room, not minding that the mirror was foggy. She allowed the steam to slowly dissipate as she took her time using coconut lotion over her entire body. By the time she finished and towel dried her hair, she could see her reflection in the mirror.
Her skin was pink from the heat and scrubbing. Fresh. Clean. Her long hair hung down her back in wet tendrils. Her eyes drifted downward, taking in her body . I’ve definitely lost some weight since…being on my own. Moving her gaze back to her face as she applied lotion, she noted the reddish scar marring her forehead. Her fingertips moved over it gently, a grimace replacing her complacent expression. How the hell did this all happen?
*
Blaise moved about the kitchen fixing the late lunch,
Her warm eyes sparkled as she tried to hide her pleasure, but she nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, please! I haven’t had a full shower since…well, in a long time.” Ducking her head as she stumbled over her comment, she was grateful when he left it alone.
She followed him dutifully as he led her back through the house, noting that even with an older dog following them and several cats around, the space was neat and clean. The kitchen was not large, but sufficient. The living room was much bigger since it appeared to be combined with what would have been a dining room as well. He led her up the stairs and she accepted the towels he handed her.
“My room and bathroom are here on the left,” he said, “and the second bedroom is on the right, with the bathroom here.” He opened the door at the end of the short hall, exposing a small, but clean, bathroom.
Her breath caught in her throat as she looked at the facilities. I’ve sponged bathed in public bathrooms for…how long now? Weeks? The white tiled room, gleaming in cleanliness, overwhelmed her. She looked up, realizing he had been speaking and she completely missed what he had said.
“I’m sorry,” she gushed, tucking a strand of dirty hair behind her ear. “What did you say?”
“I just wanted to know if you needed anything.”
“No, no, this is more than enough.”
He stood for a moment, her words striking deep inside of him. A small bathroom is more than enough. Where have you been? What happened to you? Sucking in a deep breath, he said, “Well, I’ll be downstairs if you need anything.” He glanced down to the small backpack she carried. “Hang on,” he said, as he turned and headed into his bedroom. Returning, he handed her one of his old DEA t-shirts. “I know it’ll be big, but it’s clean. We’ll wash clothes tonight.”
As the worn-soft material slid through her fingers, she clutched it tightly, bringing it to her chest, catching the clean scent of detergent. “Thank you, again,” she whispered, not trusting her voice.
“Um, there’s some shower gel, shampoo, and some…um…products under the sink in there. My sister comes for a visit occasionally and she leaves things here so she doesn’t have to bring them with her. She’d be happy for you to use anything.”
Sucking in her lips, knowing if she spoke now she would burst into tears, she simply nodded.
With a grin, he turned and headed back down the stairs. She watched him until he disappeared, his large body moving gracefully. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she hoped she was not making a mistake staying at his house. I’m not afraid of him…I’m afraid of feeling something for him.
Taking a deep breath, she hurried into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. A few minutes later, stepping into the shower, letting the water sluice over her body, she luxuriated in the simple act of washing every part of her body. She found a razor and sweet smelling shaving cream, coconut body wash, shampoo, and conditioner. After scrubbing her hair, she stepped out of the tub, into the steaming room, not minding that the mirror was foggy. She allowed the steam to slowly dissipate as she took her time using coconut lotion over her entire body. By the time she finished and towel dried her hair, she could see her reflection in the mirror.
Her skin was pink from the heat and scrubbing. Fresh. Clean. Her long hair hung down her back in wet tendrils. Her eyes drifted downward, taking in her body . I’ve definitely lost some weight since…being on my own. Moving her gaze back to her face as she applied lotion, she noted the reddish scar marring her forehead. Her fingertips moved over it gently, a grimace replacing her complacent expression. How the hell did this all happen?
*
Blaise moved about the kitchen fixing the late lunch,
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