“Are you going to lift any of your rules?” At this challenge, he stiffens, not daring to look at me. “No,” he says in a soft voice. “Then the room is yours. And here.” I offer him the glass of beer. Reaching an arm out over the deep side of the tub, he takes it. The tub blocks all but his head and shoulders from my view. “Thanks.” “How’s the tub?” He groans again, sinking back into the steaming hot water. “So fucking good. I can’t remember the last time I got neck deep in a tub that wasn’t a gross hotel hot tub. I like knowing no kid in shark floaties has peed in here recently.”
