She also had no desire to soak in goat poop. Instead, she opted for a nice hot shower. Maybe it was in vain, but she held a vague hope the hot water would sanitize her skin. Her choices of soap were Zoe’s watermelon splash or Aidan’s distinctly masculine concoction. Her reasoning for picking Aidan’s was twofold: It probably had more experience removing goat odor, and she wasn’t completely opposed to curling up with his pillow and dreaming about him. Watermelon splash probably wouldn’t do much for the kind of dreams she was hoping for. She felt like a new person by the time she reappeared downstairs, freshly scrubbed and in her pajamas, her hair piled on top of her head. She didn’t want to think about cleaning their clothes or Zoe’s doll. She just wanted to curl up with the little girl on the couch to watch the rest of her cartoon with her. “You look like a new woman,” Gavin proclaimed. “Thanks.”
