Chapter 27
Beau woke up, warm, comfortable. And alone. He stretched a hand over to the empty spot in the bed. Jolted by the nothing, he sat up. The bed was, indeed, completely devoid of Vin, although the sheets were still rumpled, half the blankets kicked onto the floor. Somehow Beau’s boxers had ended up hanging off the lamp. Water trickled in the shower, steam rising from under the door. Minutely, Beau relaxed.
Someone knocked on the door impatiently. Probably what woke him the first time, Beau figured.
“Someone’s at the door, babe,” he yelled in the direction of the bathroom. “I’ll get it.” He pulled his dress slacks on, commando, and yanked the suspenders over his shoulders. He finger-combed his hair as he crossed into the living room.
“Coming, coming,” he muttered as the visitor b
