"Wasted, I'll warrant," laughed Trent. "Then what?"
"There was another vacant tub, so I took that and we splashed in unison, in adjoining booths. The water was hot and I feel too good to be true. How was the river?"
"Icy."
"Isn't it wonderful to feel all of yourself like this?"
"All of yourself?"
"Yes, most of the time you only feel the part of yourself that hurts. Now I feel my blood jumping in my veins, my heart pumping, my lungs expanding. I have eyes and ears in my skin. I'm using all of me."
"You've said it," he nodded appreciatively.
"Let's spend most of our time in the hills, Paul. I like it better than this, don't you?"
"Is this too domestic for you?" he teased.
"I suppose so. I don't want to be too intimate with you."