Tyler POV
Once we enter the master room of my penthouse suite, Eva excuses herself to the bathroom. I pull my shirt off, before removing my pants and pull on a pair of sweat pants. I then walk to the french doors leading to the balcony, stepping out to the distant sounds of Las Vegas night life below me. I lean on the railing, gazing off at the row of resorts leading down the strip, lost in my own thoughts about the danger my mate and her sister are facing.
The sweet, refreshing, citrus smell of my Eva surrounds me, pulling me back to earth. I turn and find Eva leaning against the doorframe, her eyes settled on me. My eyes roam down her body to find her wearing an oversized t-shirt which falls to mid-thigh, her long, bare legs looking tantalizingly delicious. I quickly bring my eyes back
