Eve and Bryce sure have interesting conversations when the woman is out of it at times:
“You’ve shaved,” she said, not answering his question.
A look of disorientation overcame him. “What?”
Settling back against the plump pillows, her eyes grew heavy. Her eyelids began to close. “You were so,” she yawned, “rugged earlier.”
A pause before asking, “You liked it?”
“Mmm hmmm.” She was drifting away.
I liked this book, I fell in love with Bryce.
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