Chapter Twelve
There was a knock at the bathroom door that jolted Sarah out of the doze she was just beginning to slip into.
“I got your ice,” Mack called out through the door. “Your food is safe.”
“Thank you!” Sarah called back. She really should be getting out of the bath now, but it had been so long since she’d had a real bath, as opposed to a quick dip in that lake that never got warm, that she was sorely tempted to stay right where she was for just a little bit longer. She lifted her hand out of the wonderful warm water and looked at the fingertips. They weren’t turning pruney yet, so she had some time. She was already clean. She’d borrowed a page from Japanese culture, soaping up and rinsing off in the shower before filling up the tub for a nice, long, relaxing soak. Oh, it felt s
