Slade says from the doorway of our bathroom. He holds onto the frame of the door—shirtless and delicious looking.
Not to mention the messy hair from rolling out of bed.
I poke my toe out of the water and smile at him from the soak tub. “Good morning.”
He walks over and gives me a quick kiss on the lips.
“Have you recovered from yesterday?” If he is referring to admitting to sleeping with Kidd sure. If he is talking about waking up from the worst nightmare of my life—hell no. I still get pangs of fear about that god awful dream.
I sink lower in the tub and shake my head. “I’ve never been so devastated in my entire life.” And that’s saying a lot because I have lost my father. And my grandmother. “Thinking I lost you, it was gut wrenching. I never want to feel that way again.”
Slade takes his pants off.
“What are you doing?”
