“Not a single thing.” He moves his gaze to the coat hanger just outside the exam room. “You’re wearing the scarf again.”
“Yes. I’ve become quite fond of it.” I turn my hand around so that our palms touch. “You said ‘unit member’ earlier. Are you in the military?”
“In a way,” he mumbles, his eyes cast downward, staring at our joined hands.
“What does that mean, ‘in a way’?”
“It means nothing is black and white, cub. There are just shades of gray.” He looks up and our gazes lock. “Except you.”
It’s becoming impossible to keep my breathing under control while he looks at me like this. As if I’m the only person in the world. “And what am I?”
“You, my tiger cub, are a ray of light in the absolute darkness my life has become and has been for a very long time.”
I suck in a breath, shaken b
