“It wasn’t meant to be romantic.” His smile returned. “Your muscles are going to be sore tomorrow.”
He wasn’t wrong.
Between standing through fittings, alterations, and spending half the day on my feet, every step now carried a dull ache that had settled into my calves and lower back.
“I suppose a bath does sound wonderful.”
I slipped my hand into his.
“But only if you get in with me.”
His smile widened.
“As you wish.”
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The soaking tub filled slowly, steam rising in lazy curls scented with lavender and eucalyptus from the oils Elena insisted worked wonders on sore muscles.
By the time the water reached the perfect depth, the bathroom had become a warm cocoon.
I eased myself into the water with an audible sigh, letting my eyes drift closed as the heat wrapped itself around every
