He felt like she’d just thrown ice water in his face. She wouldn’t even give him a chance. Not that he blamed her. What she’d seen him and Sloan do would traumatize most women.
Her fingers stroked along his cheek, then delved into his hair. She rose up on her tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss. “You said we should take this one step at a time. How about we do that?”
“Yeah.” Drawing her into a firm embrace, he pressed his lips to her brow before backing. “Let’s do that.”
Black leather boots, a book bag, and a white jacket were strewn across the bathroom floor. Sloan followed Perron, confused as hell when he saw who was inside. He hadn’t expected to see her again. Wasn’t sure he wanted to.
Oriana Delgado sat on the wide, gray laminate counter, bare feet on the edge of the white sink, fore
