She counted every second as she listened to the water run in the shower. Her hands were clenched on the sheets of the bed. Martin was taking a shower in her bathroom, washing away the worst of the grime before she could attend to his wounds.
That gave her too much time on her hands. Tara began to wonder what had possessed her to make the offer to clean Martin’s wounds. Clearly, her brain hadn’t thought the idea through properly before voicing it. She hadn’t accurately realized what exactly it would entail.
She also wasn’t sure what had made the man who had clearly been avoiding her accept the absurd suggestion. But he had and ten minutes later he sat on a closed toilet in the bathroom and waited for her to clean his wounds.
It was amazing how the size of the man actually made an averag
