Hazel made arrangements for the special tea to be steeped and delivered when
she was ready for it. Then she sat back with a smile on her face and
waited.
Oliver paced from one side of his room to the other like a caged animal. She was
right next door. She was so close that he could hear her moving
about her room. She'd taken to whispering for some reason, which was slowly
driving him insane.
What was she doing over there?
Oliver lifted his head and sniffed. The odor of lavender touched his nose. Perhaps
she'd ordered her bath with lavender soap. He had to admit he'd
be disappointed if she bathed in lavender as opposed to the honeysuckle scent
she usual y wore. However, the thought of her naked in a bath made him
immediately hard. Damn the woman. She was going to ensure his stay
