Her bag thumped when it hit the floor and she sank into my hug, hands pressed tight against my back. She stank of sweat and smoke, the bite of herbs underneath everything.
"Bathroom's free." I kissed her cheek. "There's bubble bath under the sink and fresh towels on the counter. That lime lotion you like so much is in the cabinet."
"Lifesaver." Her voice rasped, and my throat ached for her. "I'm about half suffocated by dirt."
"I'll bring you some lemonade."
The corner of her mouth twitched upward, and she kissed my lower lip. "You're a peach," she said, grabbed her bag, and headed inside. The screen door squealed when she jerked it open. I had a bottle of WD40 somewhere. Best track it down.