10
If anyone had asked him if a centuries old woman could get nervous two days ago, then he’d have said no. But watching the formidable woman that he’d seen Eden be in the past twenty-four hours, look so vulnerable, had changed his mind.
He sat down on the sofa in her living room, removing his bow tie and loosening his collar. He didn’t know what to expect, but wanted to at least be a little more comfortable when he saw it.
In front of him, Eden stood still fully dressed, but not moving. In fact, it looked as if she was muttering to herself. He was about to offer her some words of encouragement when she lifted her hand to the back of her neck and untied her dress, letting the dark blue material slither to the floor.
Watching intently, Tony’s mouth went dry at the sight of Eden with her
