Chapter 15

Interminable seconds passed. She was fairly certain at least a minute went by before she heard any noise inside the apartment at all.

The door opened without fanfare, no undoing of locks, no queries of who was there. Gideon stood there without a shirt on, the only thing hiding his muscled chest from full view the bandages she’d put on him the night before. Jeans hung low on his slim hips, the line of his pelvis drawing her attention downward, and she had to force herself not to do more than glance.

That meant meeting his nearly black eyes, though. And that was almost as difficult.

Gideon held the door open wider, allowing her plenty of room to enter. “Let’s just make it clear here that I am not your early worm.”

“It’s not that early. And we have work to do. How’s the hole in your back?”