Chapter Twenty-Seven
Dawson
It took a bit of wrangling, but I got Evie down to her underwear and dragged one of my T-shirts over her head. I didn’t think she would want to wake up in her jeans and cowboy boots. As she’d been doing since the day I first clapped eyes on her, she tested my will.
She had on this ridiculous excuse for a b*a—sheer cream silk and lace with her n*****s peeking at me and panties to match. Ruthlessly, I yanked my T-shirt over her head. She sighed in response. After I tucked her under the covers, I took a quick shower, cold enough to take the edge off my inconvenient arousal.
For the first time in weeks, I got to fall asleep with Evie warm and soft beside me. I would take it. Every f*****g night if I could have it.
Dawn crept into the room by degrees, a silvery
