AN HOUR LATER MELONY was up to her neck in hot, heavenly water. The metal bathtub stood in the living room in front of the fireplace, hidden by a divider that folded accordion-style and was hand-carved, just as the kitchen table was. Hunter was obviously a gifted man when it came to using a carving knife.
Closing her eyes in bliss, she let the warmth of the water seep into her pores. When was the last time she had stopped herself long enough to take a relaxing bath? Hell, when was the last time she had relaxed, period? Though she had only been here for a few hours, she could already feel the beneficial effects of the slower pace and no work awaiting her.
She also felt the effect that Hunter McFadden was having on her. These sensations aroused a dormant part of her, a part she thought bes
