Chapter 13Sid cursed as he watched Thorn leave the table and head for the bathroom. He’d been about to tell him something, but Sid had been too focused on making his political standpoint known to allow him to speak.
He made quick work of the dishes and listened as the shower came on. With a shake of his head, he went to the door to the bathroom. It opened when he tried the handle.
For a few seconds, he stood watching Thorn as he worked up a lather in his hair and then slid his soapy hands over his body. His gun was placed within reach on the sink right outside the shower stall, and his clothes neatly folded into a pile on the floor. Muscles moved under bronzed skin. Thorn had scars, and the reaper tattoo stretched from the back of his hand and up to his elbow.
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