She shrugs, looking far too chirpy for this hour. ‘When I was pregnant with Elsa’s mother, I almost killed her father on multiple occasions. The slightest thing Bill did wrong I was ready to either divorce him or put him six feet under.’
‘That doesn’t make me feel any better.’ I wince.
Am I supposed to be grateful that Isla is crying instead of shouting? That doesn’t sound like the better option to me and I’d certainly rather her be annoyed at me than upset like she was earlier.
‘He ate my chocolate bar and all the shops in the town were closed.’ Pam offers like that is a perfectly valid reason for nearly murdering your husband. Well, for the world before the apocalypse, anyway. Most crazies would say they have killed for less these days.
‘Just don’t piss her off and you’re golden.’ Pam slides off her stool, clicking the hob off. ‘Now take that water to that poor girl, it sounds like she could do with a good bit of TLC.’
Pam’s not wrong.
Quickly, I grip both handles and despite the heavy weight of both pans, I hurry back to my girl, careful not to spill a drop as I go.
One big predicament I did not consider is how I would get in. I could knock but would she hear me? Or would I hear her response? But I can’t just walk in unannounced that would more than likely put me in the bad books.
I gently place the pans down and straighten.
Knocking it is.
One beat, then two and there is no response.
Fuck it, I’ve seen her naked before.
Turning the handle, I kick the door open with the toe of my boot, catching it with my ass as I turn to pick up the pans of boiling hot water.
‘Room service,’ I announce as a flame sails towards me.
Chapter twenty-two
Liam
‘What the fuck!’ I squeal like a child because what in the flying fucks is going on.
‘Get out!’ Isla screams and I see her waving another long candle my way.
The woman is trying to set me on fucking fire. Good job I’ve got these boiling hot buckets of water to remedy any lit clothing that could have happened there.
‘I’ve got more hot water,’ I bite back. ‘Why the fuck are you throwing spa treatment flame throwers at me woman!’
‘It’s dark, I thought you were some creeper.’
She lowers her candle which is a torturous relief as its flame perfectly highlights her full breasts, the peaks of her nippleshard whilst the surrounding flesh has broken out in goose bumps.
God, she’s just as beautiful as the first time I saw her, more so if that’s even possible.
‘Well I always said I admired your independence.’ I mumble not feeling like I can really scold her for something like this. After all, I did leave her in a low-lit room, naked and alone.
Fuck when I put it like that I’m a shit… whatever I am to her.
‘Can I come over there?’ I ask raising a pan of water.
She inspects my offering with a quirked brow.
The metal handles dig into my fingers as I stand like an idiot looking at her, waiting for her response. But what else can I do? It seems pretty pathetic to put them down after I just picked them back up. God I hope she decides in the next minute and puts me out of my weird medieval torture of carrying pans of boiling water.
Isla lets out a deep sigh and that is all the permission I need before I start waddling over to the bath. Her legs are bent upwards and she hunches over them to conceal herself. The bubble bath I put in earlier mustn’t have lasted which is a damn shame because the entire bath was a deep tub of bubbles when I’d left it earlier. Not to worry, I have something equally as exciting up my sleeve.
‘Scootch up to the top I don’t want to burn your toes, princess.’
