10
ROMI
What a mess. What a damn mess.
The water scalded my skin as I sank lower in Davis’s tub, but I ignored the sting. Deserved it. What if I just slipped right under? Took a deep breath? Anything was better than facing the shitstorm awaiting me on social media. Nothing was private anymore, nothing, not even a funeral.
Gardenia-scented bubbles tickled my nose, and I fought back a sneeze. The bath hadn’t been my idea. I didn’t even like baths, which was why I’d picked the room with the family-sized shower stall, but Davis was fond of unwinding with a hot bubble bath after a hard day—something he’d never admit to anyone else—so when I’d arrived back in our hotel suite and headed straight for the minibar, he’d blocked my way, talked me off a ledge I couldn’t climb down from alone, and
