Page 360 of Ruthless Court

There’s no disappointment in his voice.

No pressure.

Just information.

I look at him.

“I know.”

He nods.

Then leaves.

I stare at the empty doorway.

That should make me less nervous.

It does.

It also makes me want him more.

Which seems wildly unfair.

A few minutes later he returns wearing dark plaid pajama pants.

Nothing else.

I forget language.

Broad shoulders.

Bare chest.

A narrow line of dark hair disappearing beneath the waistband⁠—

Eyes up.

Immediately.

He catches me.

Naturally.

“I usually sleep in boxers.”

“That information was unnecessary.”

“And shirtless.”

I look pointedly at his chest.

“I gathered half of that.”

His mouth curves.

“I put pants on for you.”

“Heroic.”