“You need to be in that tub every night, Mollie.” “Your tub?” His grin twitches. “If you want.” “I don’t know what to say.” “Thank you is a good start.” I only set down the bag when Cash holds out a mug of coffee to me. “Thank you. I really mean that.” Crossing the kitchen, I take the mug. “And thank you for this too.” Am I imagining it, or did Cash intentionally brush his fingers against mine? Electricity zips up my arm, awareness blooming inside my skin.
