Nightfall had come and the moonlight glinted off the surface of rooftops.
Laura used a towel to dry her wet hair after washing up, her movements slow and deliberate as she slipped into a nightie laid out on the bed. The king-sized bed, large enough to fit over three people, seemed even more expansive in the dim light. Laura assumed the bed was made in case Logan spent the night with more than one woman—it was his room, after all, much larger than the one she’d stayed in with Leonardo.
She moved to the mirror, picking up a brush and slowly running it through her rough, mostly dry hair. Each stroke seemed to untangle not only her hair but soothe her thoughts. She smiled at her reflection, her lips curving upward in a rare moment of levity—honestly, the gods were fair enough to have gifted
