“Hey, sugar.” Long nails skimmed my forearm. “Long night?” I bathed in Orla’s black-cherry scent. It blew my mind that a woman who perpetually smelled so sweet could be so fuckin’ dangerous. “Sorry we didn’t get him home.” That earned me a light thump to my bicep. “That’s what you think I’m worried about right now?” “You’re worried?” I forced myself to look her in the eye. Regretted it in all the best ways.
