"Ah..."
The warm water soaked into her skin, and Victoria let out a sigh that was half exhalation, half comfort.
She embraced Hank, "Wherever Hank is, it's always wonderful."
Hank Clegg also embraced Victoria, gently patting her shoulder.
"Wherever Victoria Talkington is, it's always wonderful," he returned her words to her.
Victoria began to smile.
With their heads leaning against each other, a faint smile also appeared on Hank's face.
He didn't ask who she had been staying with these past few days.
He didn't tell her that when he kissed the top of her head, he could smell the scent of men's cologne wafting from her hair.
There was the scent of another man on her, but he asked nothing.
It was enough that she had returned.
As long as she had returned.
The rest he could overlook... as long as Victoria Talkington would still be by his side, still loving him, he could overlook anything.
Victoria and Hank Clegg remained silent, leaning on each other for a while.
