The Way Back to You by Sharon Sala

The Way Back to You by Sharon Sala

Author:Sharon Sala
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sourcebooks, Inc.
Published: 2019-11-26T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Sully took Melissa into the big shower in the room across the hall, started the water running to get it hot, then stripped both of them. She sat on the lid of the toilet without moving, almost in a daze. The emotional exhaustion of what she’d gone through was overwhelming. All she wanted was to get clean and lie down.

Sully reached for her. “Okay, baby, the water is just right. All you have to do is stand there. I’ll wash the mud out of your hair, and then we’ll deal with what’s left on you. Can you handle that?”

“Yes,” she said, and let him lead her into the shower.

The warm water felt like heaven as it sluiced down her sore, achy body, but the relief also triggered more tears.

“I’m sick of being hurt,” she said. “I can’t believe this has happened again.”

“Neither can I, sweetheart, but it did. Right now, we’re going to get you clean. First job is to get some shampoo in your hair.”

And so she stood with her eyes shut as Sully washed her from head to toe and then quickly soaped himself before getting them out.

He wrapped one towel around her hair and then dried her back and legs.

“Want to dry the rest of yourself?” he asked.

Melissa managed a wry smile. “You’re doing such a good job, you might as well finish,” she said, and so he did, then wrapped a towel around his waist and walked her back across the hall.

“You didn’t dry yourself,” she said.

“Oh, I drip dry,” he said. “Do you want your nightgown?”

“No. Just sweats. My hair’s too wet to lie on the pillows, so I’ll stretch out on top of the bed for now.”

He got out the clothes she wanted, and then dressed himself and went to get her hair dryer.

“You don’t have to do that,” she said.

“It won’t take but a few minutes,” he said, then plugged it in and dried her hair enough so she could lie down.

He went to put up the dryer, and when he came back, she was already on the bed, curled up on her side. He got a blanket from the foot of the bed and covered her, then lay down beside her. When he finally heard her breathing soften and slow down, he knew she’d fallen asleep.

Satisfied she was resting comfortably, Sully got up, leaving the door open so he’d hear her if she called out, and went downstairs to make some coffee. The doorbell rang while he was still in the kitchen, and he went to answer it.

It was Elliot, holding a small jar of jelly.

“Elliot. Come in,” Sully said. “Come look at where we’ve hung your painting.”

“Well, just for a minute,” he said, and then beamed when he saw it. “It looks fine there, but that’s not why I came. This is a jar of quince jelly. I have a tree in the backyard. The fruit is terrible eaten raw, but it makes the most delightful jams and marmalades. This is marmalade and is quite good with meats.


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