Lydia’s POV
I was still buttoning my blouse when he asked the question that changed everything.
The apartment was quiet except for the distant hum of the city through his windows, the sheets still tangled at the foot of his bed, evidence of an evening neither of us had planned to spend talking.
I’d learned, over the past several weeks, that these quiet moments afterward were somehow more dangerous than anything that happened before them. It was easier to keep my guard up when his hands were on me, and it was harder when he was just lying there and watching me..
“What was he like?” Xander asked out of nowhere. He propped up against the headboard, watching me dress. “Your father, I mean.”
My fingers stilled on the last button.
I turned to him, my brows pulled in confusion. “And why d
