“Goddamn,” Beau said, his voice just loud enough to wake Vin. His neck ached and both hands were dead asleep. Great, he thought, pins and needles, oh rapture. He had barely opened his eyes when Beau strode into the room, face and hair still damp from a wash up at the sink, as naked as the day he was born.
Vin gawked. Certainly he’d seen all Beau had to offer the previous night, and that was quite a bit. But it was one thing to admire the lion while it lolled in the sun, at ease and graceless. Beau moving was a flash of divinity on earth. He was lean, thin in the way of a teen who hadn’t quite finished growing, his muscles flat and athletic, not the sculpted gym muscles that Vin was used to seeing. Beau had biceps that were unbelievable, the sort that were really made for lifting s**t and
