ROBYN
I watched him stand up and put his boxers on, not caring I would see the scars on his back— that someone like me, whom he could see and connect with.
The swell of emotion I felt earlier returned and expanded in my chest. I put my clothes on. The weather got a little chilly, not enough to freeze my ass, but good enough that I should have someone to warm me.
Spade sat back on the bed, grabbed the bottle of wine, and poured it into two glasses. He gazed down at me with soft eyes, finding me in clothes. His hair was tousled, but he still took my breath away.
“Cold?”
“No.”
“We’re gonna stay here till morning. Is that okay?” He gave me a glass and put his shirt on.
“More than okay.” I took it from him and sipped it. “Thanks. I think I should stop drinking now, or I’m gonna wake
