My apprehension lifted slightly, softened by pleasure at his thoughtfulness. "Thank you."
He set my bag on a chair by the dresser. "I'd like you to get comfortable. You can wear a robe or something of mine. I'll open a bottle of wine and we'll just settle in. When you're ready, we'll talk."
"I'd like to take a quick shower." I wished we could separate what happened in the park from what I had to tell him so that each issue was dealt with on its own merits, but I didn't have a choice.
Every day was another opportunity for someone else to tell James what he needed to hear from me.
"Whatever you want, angel. Make yourself at home."
As I kicked off my heels and moved into the bathroom, I felt the weight of his concern, but my revelations would have to hold until I could compose myself better.
