Grace's POV

The water was perfect. Hot enough to ease the tension from my shoulders but not scalding. I leaned back against Hunter's chest, his arms coming around me, solid and warm. His chin rested on top of my head. I was glad he had gotten in the bath with me; he had beat me to asking him to join me. They were going to be the next words out of my mouth had he not started to strip.

"Just relax," he murmured.

I did, and I was surprised that after a few minutes, I was feeling better. Not so ...