Chapter 5
Sawyer looked across the table and wondered if he could find a way to finagle his way into Violet’s bed before he had surgery. Her dark hair fell around her shoulders, gleaming under the lights, and the deep blue of her eyes drew him in every time she looked his way. Dinner with her had been more fun than he could remember having in, well, too damn long. He had fun with his family, but it was a different kind of fun. With Violet, everything felt sharp, clear and alive. Her forthright humor, sly sarcasm, and the warmth he sensed underneath drew him to her like a magnet.
They’d just had a good natured debate on baseball with Violet vehemently declaring baseball to be the most boring sport ever. She’d corrected herself and said golf was so bad it didn’t really count as a sport in
