When we returned to Adrian's penthouse, he'd had more than a few drinks.
The man, who was usually calm to the point of being ruthless, leaned against the door, a faint haze of intoxication clouding his gray eyes.
I reached out and took his hand. "Come inside."
He caught my wrist and gently pulled me closer.
"I was jealous today."
"Because of Grant?"
"Because he knows what you're allergic to. He knows you're afraid of thunderstorms. He knows exactly when your knee starts hurting."
His eyes lowered to mine. His voice was rough from the alcohol.
"He had years of you that I'll never get back."
I reached up and brushed my fingers across his cheek. "You can learn, little by little."
For a heartbeat, he stopped breathing. "Don't comfort a drunk man like that."
"Why not?"
"Because... I
