"I had several things in mind," Victor admitted. "Most of them would get me put off bath duty if I mentioned them with Tommy standing two feet away."
"I can come back with a bigger basin," Tommy offered through the screen. "I can also go away without hearing the answer, which I suspect is about to become the more attractive option."
Felicity took the rose oil from the hand he stuck around the door and waited to hear the latch drop. Sarge had the ramp outside, the cubs were eating with Sam and the horsemen, and a pair of wet feet went squeaking all the way back to the cook fire. She could live with that for privacy. She put a little of the oil in the sunken bath at the edge of the empty pool. It smelled like the pink soap an aunt used to keep in her bathroom because it was far too nice to let anybody wash with it. Felicity put in another drop on principle.
