Ten
“You don’t have to give up your sleep for me, Aaron,” Skye remarked as she pulled blissfully warm clothes out of the dryer and dropped them into the laundry basket.
He leaned in the bathroom doorway with his legs crossed at the ankles and his arms folded loosely across his chest. His brows dipped in a faint frown. “Yes, I do, because you’re leaving tomorrow, and because of these damned night shifts, I haven’t been able to see much of you in the last few days. Besides, as long as I’m in bed and asleep by two, I’ll still be able to get eight hours.”
She picked up the basket, but before she could ask him to move out of the way, he took it from her, carried it into the living room, and set it on the coffee table. A small part of her wished he’d been content to say goodbye last night, as
