Entering the bedchamber, Rían first gazed to the far end of the room at the canopy, looking for Jenaveve. It was late now, and he figured she would be asleep. But it was empty, except for the long linen slip she wore as a nightgown lying across the base of the bed. Walking in further, his eyes swept over the rest of the room, but finding the small lounge area empty as well, his brow furrowed. Where is she?
Hearing the light trickle of water, his head jerked right. On one side of the smoldering fireplace, a three-paneled screen had been set up. Its opaque curtain blocked him from clearly seeing anything on the other side of it, but he already knew who hid behind the paper barrier. The flickering light did not hide the outline of the bathtub; the alluring scent did not hide the woman bathi
