Talk? I’d thought we were going to talk?
talkRaking my gaze over all that pale, delicate skin with a smattering of red chest hair—arrowing down—all rational thought fled. Well, I took a moment to marvel at the dash of freckles on his upper chest. Then my gaze moved down, and I wondered what he’d look like without his sleep pants on.
So not the time.
So not the timeWe had a million and one things to discuss. We had futures to map out. We had to determine what, if any, my role was to be in this family. We hadn’t had a complete debrief after his meeting with the lawyer yesterday, and we were still waiting to hear about an expedited court date. Mr. Winters’s report had said Scott was an acceptable guardian for the time being and that further visits would be required to ensure the safety of
