Chapter Ten
Half of me wants to laugh at the absurdity of scolding her while I’m still more than a little stiff inside her. I wind my way through the chaos and hold the c****m with one hand, while I set her down on the bed. “Don’t move,” I say darkly, as I turn in search of a trashcan.
“By the sewing machine,” she calls softly from behind.
“Is there a bathroom up here?”
“The door at the top of the stairs.”
I didn’t even notice a door at the top of the stairs. I stalk across the room, and to my surprise, there’s a beautifully tiled bathroom, complete with pedestal sink and an enormous clawfoot bathtub. I clean myself off, then grab a new washcloth, wetting it with hot water for Emmaline. She’s repositioned herself on the bed and stretched herself out on the red velvet, propping up her
