Muse stood over the tub, hair sticking up around the bandage, hands on her hips. She arched an eyebrow at June. “Oh, man.” June lifted her head and winced, her back and neck stiff. Sam snored faintly at the other end of the tub. He’d turned onto his side, giving her more room. She’d slid down, her legs bunched to one side. The blanket had become twisted around both of them. Sam’s pillow was skewed, his hair hanging over the edge of the tub. She had never seen his face look so relaxed. She squinted up at Muse. “Seemed like a good idea at the time. That’s how most of my experiences sleeping with guys are.” “I’m shocked.” The corner of Muse’s mouth jerked. “He rarely sleeps so soundly.” June sank back down in the tub. “If you gotta pee, go ahead.” She grabbed the shower curtain and dragged it across the front of the tub. “There you go. Privacy.”
