Chapter 37

Actually, Gavin doesn’t want to wait, either. It’s been a long day. A glass of wine would be nice, but losing himself in his lover’s embrace would be worlds better.

He lays Evie on her bed, then struggles to pull the covers out from under her. She’s already fast asleep and no help at all—she curls up against the pillows with a sigh, hugging her stuffed horse, and Gavin has to lift her in parts to get her under the covers. First her head, then her torso, then her waist. One leg, then the other. Just as he gets her free, she rolls away across the expanse of the bed and back on top of the sheets.