Page 117 of Pervade London
“But he has dreams.”
“He does.”
There was only one way he’d know that. I wondered if he still dreamed of me.
James came closer. “Warm enough?”
I looked down at the robe I was wearing. “It’s cozy.”
“Glad you like it.”
“I should have asked to borrow it.”
“I’m glad you felt comfortable enough to wear it.”
Okay.Who swept in during the night and gave this man a personality transplant?
“Something wrong?” he asked.
“You made tea?”
“Milk, no sugar, right?”
I nodded.
Hours ago, he’d been intent on making my life hell. I liked this new version, the one where he gave me blinding orgasms and made us tea. He was coming around to like me more, it seemed.
He seemed to read my thoughts. “I feel we made progress.”
“Oh?”
“We’ve established that you want what’s best for Xavier. And for the country.”
I reached out and accepted the mug, welcoming the heat against my palms. “I love him. I would never hurt him.”
“It’s the letting go that’s the problem.”
“It was hard for you, too, then?” I dug at his heart.
His gorgeous face wore an unreadable expression.
“This place is endless,” I said, changing the subject.
“It is.”
“How much time do you spend here?”
“A good amount.”
“Did you grow up here?”
“I spent a lot of time abroad.”
“Where?”
He hesitated and then said softly, “In sunnier climates.”
“Like where?”Mr. Mystery.
