Standing up she slipped the robe off and tossed in across room. It sailed through the air and landed on her bed.
“Nice throw,” Dillon commented.
“I used to play rounders with my brothers.” She sat back down. “I was pretty good at marbles also.”
“I bet.” Somehow the image of her running around bases and throwing balls at boys didn’t surprise him. Dillon continued his massage.
“You are great with your hands,” she moaned.
“It must come from working with the press all day.”
“You are not this gentle with the press. If you were maybe it would not break so often.”
“Perhaps I’d be more gentle if it were as beautiful and warm as you.”