11 Chapter 11: Peace

Standing under a hot shower, Oliver had moved a foamy sponge over Natalie's body, washed her hair, then wrapping her in a towel he had rubbed her dry. As he hugged her tightly and lovingly kissed her, in spite of Pichenko's attempt to kill them, she felt at peace.

"You're looking better," he said, studying her. "You were frazzled when I found you."

"I've been frazzled for weeks. No, make that months."

"Let's get dressed and go downstairs. I'll cook, you'll talk."

"You need to talk as well."

"You first."

"I really do love this tatt," she murmured, tracing her fingers across the inky pattern on his chest. "It makes you sort of, I don't know the word, edgy. That's what it does. It gives you an edge."

"An edge?"

"Definitely."

"I'll take all the edge I can get," he chuckled, then turning her around he slapped her backside. "Now go and find something to cover that naked body of yours before I ravage you all over again."

"OW."