Chapter Thirty-One
There wasn’t anything good on TV. Pringles, Ding Dongs, Slim Jims, nothing sounded good to eat either. There weren’t any books to read and she couldn’t get past Ethan’s stupid password protection on the laptop. Briefly, she thought about running out to pick up a magazine at least, but she’d given her word. Not a single foot outside the apartment until she heard back from him.
What the hell was she supposed to do until then?
If her nerves had been jittery before he left, they were jangling like crazy now, and Cady found herself pacing around the small apartment. “This is nuts,” she muttered irritably, popping a square of chocolate into her mouth. If she didn’t do something to calm down, she was in serious danger of losing her mind.
Her eyes settled on the bathroom door, the one avenue she hadn’t considered. Why not take a bath? The hot water might work on some of the tension building between her shoulders. Seizing upon the plan, Cady quickly stripped, brushing her teeth while she waited for the tub to fill, more for something to do than any real need. There were no bubbles or bath salts, she hadn’t thought to pick any up and it wasn’t the sort of thing one expected to find in a safe house, but the steamy water proved soothing as she lowered herself into the tub.
Finally letting go of some of the anxiety, Cady closed her eyes, sinking low in the water. Letting her thoughts float free, she drifted, her mind spinning a dozen scenarios in which Ethan stormed in upon Asherik. It was for the best. Ethan would come home safe and sound, and Ash… Ash would find peace.