Jack tipped the man and closed the door behind him. Then he caught my arm and pulled me towards him. ''Are you sure all you want is a bath?'' Tempting. I wrestled with my options as Jack flicked his tongue down my neck. But didn't someone once say marriage was about compromise? ''I know,'' I said, backing away slowly and hooking my finger in his belt. ''How about we both take a bath?'' Jack grinned and started unbuttoning. ''I knew it wasn't a mistake to marry a smart woman.'' I turned and went through the bedroom. It had a massive bed, a walk-in closet, and assorted chaises, benches, and chairs. None of which interested me at the moment. ''How do you feel about bubbles?'' I asked, flipping the bathroom switch. The light was bright on the white tile floor and shining fixtures. At first I blinked, not really understanding what I was looking at. And then I screamed.