Chapter 36

I open the cabinet and pull out the sack with the stuff Warrick bought. Ethan rifles through it before pulling out the razors and shaving cream with a triumphant grin. "I'd better teach you to use these," he says. "Wouldn't want you to cut yourself, after all."

He crouches, retrieves the package the razor came in and rips it open. Running his thumb over the blade, he hisses when it slices his skin and a drop of blood appears.

"Oh, no," I cry. "Are you okay?"

He chuckles and sucks his thumb into his mouth. "Does it hurt?" I ask. "What if you cut me, too?"

"Not a chance, pup," he says, pointing to the tub. "Take off your clothes and get in."

I slide the soft cotton from my torso as he turns on the hot water. Water streams from the spigot, but he doesn't pull out the metal device that makes it shoot out the showerhead. Instead, he inserts something in the drain, and water fills the tub.