Dr Dyson returns with Adam a couple of minutes later, both men talking in low voices. As they come around to stand by the fire, I can’t help but gape. Because clearly Adam has used his banishment as an opportunity to shower and change. Holy shit. He’s in grey jogging bottoms and a form-fitting white t-shirt under an unzipped navy hoodie bearing the Wright Holdings logo on the chest. His hair is damp, his curls raked sleekly off his face and his feet encased in moccasin-style slippers.
