Chapter 68

“Go easy with that,” Eliza warned. “It’s strong.”

“I think it smells nice,” Ford murmured, pouring a large dollop on the crown of her head.

Eliza relaxed under his gentle fingers, surprised and pleased by the way he massaged her scalp, careful not to let his knuckles get tangled in her long hair. He was also careful to avoid tugging the large knots, working through them with delicate patience.

Eliza forgot the physical pain and the emotional anguish of the day, allowing it all to flow out of her body as he continue to clean and caress her. She could feel the tension draining from her muscles, seeping into the hot water that surrounded her like a cocoon. Ford seemed to pull the memories from her head with his clever fingers, replacing the bitter images with nothing but soft warmth. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the way he touched her, the way he sounded, until he was the only thing she knew.