She sighs. “If you’re sure. To be honest, I want to stay home with you. Wherever we’re going to stay in Napa is probably nice and all, but I want something familiar right now. And…is it weird that leaving the city feels like I’m sort of giving in to his demands? He’s been so adamant about making me leave.”
“No,” I say softly, even as murder roils in my gut. If Sam were here, I’d be gutting him like a bayou catfish for all the horrible things he’s done. But Iris doesn’t like it when I bruise and bloody my knuckles. “But you shouldn’t have to do something you don’t want to prove a point. That’s giving him too much power.” I brush the tip of my nose against hers. “Why don’t we get you nice and relaxed for the evening?”
Her gaze flickers to my mouth. “What do you have in mind?”
She’s so transparent when she wants me. I want her, too, but right now, sex can wait. “How about a nice…”
“Yes?”
“…long…”
“Mm-hmm?”
“…bubble bath?”
She blinks. “Really?”
“Yup.” I stand, still holding her, and carry her up the stairs. I want her relaxed and happy. Just because we aren’t going to Napa doesn’t mean we can’t do something special for the evening, and I need her occupied for a bit, pampering herself, while I set it all up.