I think he’d sit there silent all night as I shrivel into a prune.

I think he’s telling the truth.

I know he is.

Excitement thrums in my belly. I have an idea.

I want a redo.

My choice. His choice.

My nerves jump like crazy, but I grip the sides of the tub and push myself to standing. Water sluices down my skin as the cold hits. I resist the urge to wrap my arms around myself. I leave them at my sides, and as gracefully as I can manage with my knees knocking, I step out of the tub and into my boots.

I’m aiming for seduction, but...