Chapter 55

The gate swung open.

Levi stood at the front door in frayed jeans and a worn T-shirt, his feet bare.

My brain kind of stuttered, unsure of what to unpack first. The dusting of flour on his shirt? The fact that his home smelled like freshly baked cookies? Or the black rectangular frames he wore that drew attention to his thickly fringed eyes that were the dark blue of deep well water?

"I forgot you wore glasses."

He'd worn them one year at camp when he'd lost a contact lens during Capture the Flag. Teen Levi had looked like a geek, but adult Levi was obscenely hot. Not just sexy, but vulnerable. This was the man at the end of the day who loosened his tie, set aside his mantle of power, and was himself. The man who'd show his scars.

"It's late and I'm tired," he said. "Could you harass me about my weak eyes in the morning?"