Chapter 10

The barest hint of dark-blond softened Oliver’s upper lip, and Boyd grumbled out loud at the kid’s lack of facial hair, self-consciously scrubbing at his own rough, prickly chin. He forced himself to shut down the part of him that began to ponder over the rest of the body hair that may or may not be present on Oliver’s body. The clothes on Oliver’s back were expensive by first glance, but shabby on inspection. He wore brand name jeans, frayed at the bottom above both heels. Boyd recalled seeing the T-shirt that Oliver wore online as he’d been drawn to the dragon image that was screened across the front of it but had been instantly appalled with the fact that even on sale the thing had been almost three hundred bucks. Expensive or not, the seams were tired, and the stains darkening Oliver’s underarms were obvious signs of the shirt having been worn for too long, too often. However, Boyd assumed the misshapen neckline had more to do with the bruises on Oliver’s neck then with wear.