The hot cascading water felt amazing upon my skin. So much so that I groaned internally when I forced myself to shut it off. The water pressure from the jets was much better in Caleb’s guest shower than it was in my small cottage.

Throwing on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt from the draw he had mentioned, I made my way downstairs towards the kitchen. I wasn’t quite sure why a sense of safety filled me around Caleb, but something inside me told me I could trust ...