Chapter 27: The Dominant

By the time the kitchen timer went off, she’d finally stopped shaking. Shasta pulled the chain, dislodging the rubber plug and the water began to drain from the tub. She used the towel to dry herself and quickly slipped into the flannel shirt Blake had left for her. It was miles too big and deliciously soft as she wrapped it around her bare flesh. In the bathroom mirror, her eyes were haunted. She had no idea of the time, and she was tired. He’d told her to sit on the bed and wait for him.

Carefully, she picked up the oil lamp and carried it into the bedroom. The full-sized bed was neatly made with a steel-grey duvet. She’d half-expected a camouflage bedspread for the rugged mountain man.