Free Blood of the White Witch by Lacey Weatherford Page A

us.
    A note had been left from Fiona that said
she couldn’t bear to wake us when we were sleeping so peacefully.
She also said she and Douglas had an appointment for the rest of
the evening that they couldn’t back out of, so to please make
ourselves at home and they would see us tomorrow.
    It was then that I noticed our luggage had
also been brought into the room.
    It was official. We were now residents of
Bell Tower Hall.
    Vance helped me as we magically unpacked our
suitcases, before we sat down to enjoy the wonderful meal that had
been left behind for us.
    After we had eaten, I went into the bathroom
and began to fill the massive tub, while Vance lit a fire in the
grate.
    I looked through some of the cabinets and
found a bottle of bubble bath, and soon the tub was filled with a
steaming, sweet-scented aroma.
    Vance and I both sank into the tub with the
foamy water up to our chins. He leaned against one end and pulled
me up against him and continued the massage of my shoulders that he
had begun earlier.
    “You have magic fingers,” I moaned, and he
laughed.
    “Yes, I do, as a matter of fact,” he
replied, and he lifted his hand from my neck and twirled his
fingers around.
    Bubbles from the bath suddenly swirled up
into the air creating an amusing environment of colorful
reflections dancing about us.
    I playfully splashed him with some
water.
    “You know what I mean!” I said.
    “Hey, watch it! You’re going to start
something you can’t possibly win,” he chided me.
    “Oh, I could win,” I responded, fully
confident in my own water sport skills.
    He laughed at my remark.
    “Maybe you could, but we aren’t going to
find out tonight. This bath is about relaxation, so behave,” he
ordered me.
    “Yes, sir!” I replied, finding I was more
than willing to give in to his demands at the moment.
    He worked out my kinks and knots for several
minutes, after which I traded places with him and returned the
favor.
    “Mmm … that does feel good,” he agreed as I
moved my hands over the sinewy muscles around his neck and
shoulders.
    When I had finished massaging his back, he
turned to pick up a bottle of shampoo, loading his hands up with
soap and began to wash my hair.
    That in itself was probably my favorite
massage as he rubbed the shampoo through my thick strands and down
to my scalp.
    “I love your hair,” he said while he moved
his fingers through it.
    “I hadn’t noticed,” I said facetiously,
closing my eyes at the wonderful sensations he was creating against
my scalp.
    When he was done with mine, I returned the
favor and washed his, although I had a little bit of fun using the
soap to shape his into funny hairstyles and laughing childishly
over them.
    When we were done, we pulled the plug on the
tub and headed over to the shower to rinse off, before wrapping
ourselves into two luxurious bathrobes and heading out to sit by
the fire.
    I was completely surprised to find that a
bottle of champagne had been placed in a bucket to chill on the
coffee table.
    “Where did that come from?” I asked looking
at it and the two glasses that accompanied it.
    “I’m guessing Colin must have brought it
in,” he replied with a shrug as he stared at the bottle.
    “Didn’t you lock the door?” I asked, feeling
a little exposed over the fact that someone had been so near to us
without our knowledge.
    He shook his head.
    “I didn’t even think about it,” he said,
glancing up at the door and pointing finger at it.
    The lock in the door turned easily.
    “There. Is that better?” he asked with a
wink.
    I nodded my head.
    “Sometimes privacy is a good thing,” I
laughed quietly, “Especially when I’m with you.”
    “I understand completely,” he replied while
he popped the cork out of the bottle and proceeded to pour each of
us a glass.
    I didn’t know if I really cared for the
champagne or not. The bubbles did tickle my nose, and I kept
hiccupping every time I would try to drink a swallow. Finally, I
just