"What was that?" Marissa remembered thinking as a sweet-smelling scent tickled her nostrils, and she opened her eyes to see that he had filled the bath with steaming water, and the soapy water was coated with rose petals. Tears came to her eyes, and she stubbornly wiped them off. No way was she going to let him off the hook because of some minuscule, sweet gesture. It was the least he could do after the pain he had caused her.

He had led her into the bath, eased her into it, and got in with her.

"No," she said stubbornly, but he ignored her and reached for another washcloth. With...