“Blue, I think. And maybe green,” she said unsteadily.
He held up a pair of PJs in each color. She pointed to the green pair.
Hanging them on a hook, he pulled out two different scents of soap. He opened up the bottle of one and cringed, making her giggle.
“Don’t pick this one,” he advised, selecting a different one. “We have honeysuckle or vanilla.”
“May I have the honeysuckle?” she asked.
“You got it,” he said, setting it on a shelf.
Dr. Greene ran in, expecting to see a catastrophic event. Her gaze went to Jameson.
“We’re picking out some scents,” he explained. “Did you need anything? We’ll need Betsy back in a minute to help Caroline.”
“I’ll get her,” Dr. Greene said, smiling.
“I know how you ladies like to coordinate things. Do you want honeysuckle shampoo, conditioner, and lotion?”
Caroline nodded. “Thank you.”
“Not a problem. Do you feel better? Can Betsy help you wash?” he asked, watching her.
“I need help with my hair. I can wash everything but my back,” she said, straightening her shoulders.
“Dr. Greene will clean it when she changes those bandages. I imagine she left them on to keep water from hitting it directly,” he said, walking toward her.
“You good?”
“No,” she whispered.
“Betsy doesn’t seem in a hurry to come in. How about I help you with your hair?” he asked.
“You’re soaking wet. How will you change?”
“I have my go bag in the truck. I didn’t know when you planned to wake up, and brought extra clothes,” he explained, pushing the shower chair into the water, letting it hit her front. Taking the long hose, Jameson helped her slide down, letting her neck rest against the back. Then he flipped the shower head switch, rinsing out all the mud. The water turned black, brown, and then grey. Squirting shampoo in his hand, he rubbed it into her scalp.
“Ohhh, it feels amazing,” she said, closing her eyes. “I dreamed of a hot shower and using something other than some cheap generic shampoo every one of us used.”
“You’re not like everyone else,” he murmured, rinsing it out and reapplying it.
“What do you do when you’re not pulling people out of dog crates?” she asked, filling the silence.
“I help out on the ranch. We all pitch in and catch up on things we neglect when we’re tracking down bad guys,” he told her honestly.
“Did you find Cain?”
“We have people watching for his return. We’re hoping to catch his boss. It’ll cripple the East Coast ring,” he said, rinsing again and adding conditioner.
“He doesn’t make mistakes. I’ve seen him kill people,” she said, trembling. “I’ll never be free until he’s behind bars or dead.”
“He has no idea we have you. He might scour a few states, but he won’t guess you’re here. Even if he somehow figured it out, we have an excellent security system, which Matthew designed. Then, we have guards who patrol the area. They have a red, white, and blue patch on their sleeves, making it easy for you to recognize them.”
He handed her a washcloth and a small packet of facial cleanser, knowing women don’t like using regular soap. “Can you wash your face while I rinse out your hair? Then I’ll find Betsy.”
Caroline vigorously scrubbed her face and the back of her ears. When he finished rinsing, he squeezed the excess water out and wrapped her head in a towel.
“Jameson, don’t go,” she said softly. “Will you turn around, and I’ll wash?”
