Wearing only trousers, Gideon seemed very young. The hair on his chest was soft and fine and his n*****s were tender pink. His skin sank around his ribs. She had the sudden impulse to feed him a hot meal and tuck him into bed. His smile was lopsided.
“You are one gone chick.”
A moment passed before she found her voice. “Pardon me?”
“It’s a compliment.” His face was open, untroubled. “Came all the way out here to find me?”
She hesitated. “Not exactly.”
He shrugged. “It’s a good place. I don’t have to share it with anybody.”
“I suppose not. Don’t you find the wind a little much?”
He c****d his head to one side. “Anything’s bearable, honey, if you want something else badly enough.”
She turned away. His intimate way made her want to run toward and away from him at the same time. “Hazel
