Chapter 5Grey slipped into the cabin, shutting doors behind him. The system of an entry area with two doors helped battle the cold and the wind. He decided it was practical, if a minor nuisance. He found Dylan still in the chair, his head tilted back at what looked to be an awkward angle, fast asleep. Freya and Thor had curled up on either side of his legs, thrust out in front of him, the cast resting against the sound leg.
When he saw the stress and weariness marking the big man’s features, Grey’s heart clenched. Damn, I put him through a hell of an ordeal. What an asshole he must think I am. And he’s right. Talk about a spoiled rich kid who didn’t have a thought for anyone but himself and his own plans. From here on out, that’s got to change.
Dylan had managed to get out of his parka.
