“See you soon, sweetheart,” I whispered, stopping as I realized the term of endearment had slipped free so easily. What in the hell had this woman done to me last night? Suddenly, I was a worn piece of string wrapped so firmly around her finger that I’d do almost anything she asked me to. Maybe I always had been. For all the shit we gave one another, if Lennox had asked me for something, I would’ve given it to her. It didn’t matter the time or the place, or the circumstance. I’d do anything for her.
