She was wrinkled in her fingers and toes when she emerged. Drying and dressing in basic sleeping clothes, Halle dragged her feet back into the bedroom. Dim lights still flickered beyond the sliding doors that did almost nothing to block the deep resonance of Derek’s words.
“Would you like another one?” he asked, likely from behind the bar with the way his voice carried.
“No, we have a long day tomorrow. You should stop too,” his uncle warned.
“Just a nightcap,” Derek assured.
“You were past a nightcap two drinks ago.” There was a tone of scolding in Lord Ophain’s voice that made Halle grin slightly.
“Don’t fault me for this.” She heard Derek crossing the room, the sound of the furniture scraping as he sat heavily.
“You know I do. And I will especially if you are in an alcohol haze an
