Chapter Eight
Paige hadn’t seen Ian in four days.
With a sigh, she reached for the bar of soap, feeling angry with Rex for making her feel like a prisoner in her own home and at Ian for leaving without so much as a goodbye. Her food was running low and she needed new painting supplies. She’d be damned if she would stay locked up in this house a second longer, or mope over her phantom lover who had suddenly disappeared from her life.
Stepping under the spray, she washed the lather off her face, hoping the water would seep into her brain and wash her troubles away.
"Hey, beautiful." A soft and husky voice drifted to her waterlogged ears.
With a small gasp, Paige stepped out of the spray of water, washing her hand over her face. When she opened her eyes, Ian stood before her, naked as th
