Chapter Thirteen
Baldwyn
Carrying the bag from Giovani’s into Sloan’s apartment, I caught a whiff of something I hadn’t smelled when I had left earlier. “Men’s cologne?” Scanning the empty living room, I took the food to the kitchen, placing it on the table. “Sloan?”
The sound of soft crying caught my ear and I hurried, following the sound to her bedroom. She lay face first on the bed, crying into a pillow. My heart broke for her and all the suffering she’d been through and was still going through.
Moving slowly toward her, I watched her body shake, as sorrow had taken her over completely. “Oh, Sloan.” Lying down beside her, I pulled her to lie on my chest. As I did, I noticed something other than her tear-drenched dark eyes. Moving my fingers gently over her cheek, I couldn’t help but
