"Just a moment," Sebastian called out, his voice steady but edged with impatience as he reached for their clothes, moving with the kind of reluctant efficiency of a man who had been interrupted at the worst possible time, and when he finally pulled the door open to let Nathan step inside, he saw it immediately in his friend's eyes, that sharp clinical instinct switching on before a single word was spoken.
Nathan's gaze flicked from Sebastian to Scarlet and back again, his expression shifting in a heartbeat from casual to incredulous as he narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "You had s*x with your wife, didn't you, and you couldn't even wait until she was fully healed?"
There was no real anger in his tone, but there was disbelief, and beneath that disbelief was the protective frust
