by Lora Leigh
und to hide her return. Skirting the areas she knew the Breeds were prone to guard more heavily, she made it back to her cabin in twenty minutes. The delays were nerve-wracking as she waited for sentries to move slowly past her or when she was forced to backtrack to avoid them.
Rushing back through the unlocked window of her cabin, she raced to the bathroom as she heard a vehicle pulling up in the small driveway outside.
Twisting the knobs to her shower, she quickly adjusted the water and stripped the wet clothes from her body. Tossing the saturated fabric into a nearby closet, she grabbed her scented shampoo, squeezed a large amount into her palm and worked it quickly into her long hair before snatching the bottle of bath gel from a shelf and soaping up a sponge.
She needed scent, lots of it. Pear scented shampoo in her hair, apple scented bath gel. Lather built over her body from head to toe as she fought to make damned certain Cabal had plenty to smell when she faced him.
Rinsing quickly, she beat back the racing of her heart, forced herself to calm and assured herself the drug would have time to get out of her system by the time she conditioned her hair, rinsed it and shut the water off.
Minutes later she left the bathroom, her hair bound in a towel, a heavy robe wrapped around her and plenty of apple scented body lotion smoothed over her.
Normally, she would have used the products sparingly. She preferred unscented shampoos and conditioners, even soaps. T