I turn in his arms, water sloshing against the sides of the tub, until I’m facing him. His gray eyes are soft in the candlelight and I cup his bearded jaw in my wet hands.
“Thank you for telling me,” I say. “I know that wasn’t easy.”
“Nothing about you is easy, Rae Everett.” But he’s smiling when he says it. A real smile, not the sardonic twist of lips I’ve grown accustomed to. This one reaches his eyes and crinkles the corners in a way that makes my heart do something acrobatic and inadvisable.
“Good,” I tell him. “You could use a challenge.”
He laughs. Like that rare smile, real laughter transforms his whole face.
“You’re trouble,” he murmurs, pulling me closer until our foreheads touch. “I knew it the moment I saw you.”
“Yeah?” I tease with a saucy smirk. “What’re you gonna do abo
