Page 343 of Sins of the Heart
“What?”
Shaking her head, she pulled out a pan. Then—
surprise, surprise—he pulled out a chair at the kitchen
table, held it for her and waited till she sat. Then he
cooked her breakfast for dinner. Fluffy scrambled eggs,
bacon, toast that dripped butter.
She practically licked the plate.
They made love again, finding an innovative use for
the dregs of a bottle of maple syrup Dagan discovered
at the back of the fridge. He said he needed sugar—
something about his jacked-up metabolism—and that
licking it off her naked skin was the only way he wanted
it.
Who was she to argue with a physiologic necessity?
She hopped in the shower when they were done, and
when she came out, Dagan was asleep. She was surprised, and not. He’d stayed awake, standing guard
over her the entire time she was recovering. She’d seen
how tired he was. And she took the fact that he’d let
himself rest as a sort of statement of his confidence in
her ability to take care of herself now that she was
healed.
So maybe he was only partly Neanderthal. Looked
like he meant to let her wield her own club.
Standing over him, she studied his features, his frame.
He didn’t look boyish or sweet in slumber. His features
were as angular and chiseled as when he was awake. The
only thing missing was the hardness around his mouth.
So it appeared that in sleep, he relaxed at least a little.
EVE SILVER
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