The next morning, he watched as Jordan came down the rear platform to where he and Jarmen were finishing up the final repairs. She was still walking very carefully and had found a pair of dark goggles in one of the panels in the bedroom.
“Bonjour, Madam Jordan,” Luc called out in a cheerful voice.
Jordan raised one hand in greeting and the other to her head. Dagger bent his head to hide the smile of amusement. He fitted the panel back in place while Jarmen used the drill to tighten it down.
“Remind me to never drink alcohol again,” Jordan whispered when she reached where they were working. “I can’t believe one glass could make me feel this way.”
Dagger chuckled. “It was more like one bottle,” he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to her temple. “Luc kept refilling your glass.”
Jordan’s
