He was the most incredible man she’d ever known.And he could have been killed tonight.“So tired.Can I take a shower?”
“Yeah, of course.”He tucked a short lock of hair behind her ear.“Use mine.”
Much as he tempted her, she was too upset and too worn out in every way to even think about enjoying him further at the moment.“You’ll crash with me after?”
He raised an eyebrow.“You think I’d let you sleep alone after this?”
There was precious little to smile about right now, but she smiled at that.
He dropped a light kiss on her lips.“Go shower.Then I’m tucking you in next to me and shutting the world out until noon.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
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“You’re sure they’reup?”Autumn whispered, standing behind Gavin in the plush-carpeted hallway.“I don’t want to wake them up if they’re still sleeping.”
“I’m sure.Tristan thumbs-up’d my text a few minutes ago.”He was dying of curiosity about what was happening between his twin and Cassie.Tristan was notoriously, annoyingly tight-lipped about personal shit like that, but it had been a long time since he’d been involved with anyone.And Gavin had a feeling thatinvolvedwas way too mild a term for what was going on.
Even so, he knocked softly on the front door of the condo he used to share with his twin, waited a few moments, then slid his key into the lock before entering with Autumn and Carly.
Tristan appeared around the corner from the kitchen, put a finger to his lips to caution them to be quiet.“Cassie’s still sleeping,” he murmured and hugged Autumn, who shot Gavin a pointed look, then Carly.
Carly wrapped her arms around Tristan and pressed her face to his chest.“Hi, Trissy.”
“Hey, cutie.”
But she didn’t let go.
She held on long enough and tight enough that Tristan looked up and met his gaze over the top of Carly’s strawberry-blond head.“You okay?”he asked her.
She nodded against his chest, pulled in an unsteady breath that told Gavin his brave girl was on the verge of tears.
“She’s been really worried about you,” Autumn murmured, stroking a hand over Carly’s hair.
Yeah.Gavin wondered if they’d made a mistake in telling her about the fire.Her fear for her favorite uncle had triggered her PTSD from her own traumatic ordeal this past spring in the Portland riots.
