he has this swagger to his walk that makes me smile … That is, before the two boys step out of the sunshine and into the darkness of the house. That's when their gazes both go straight to my outfit, and my face flames up like an inferno. Something strange passes over Tristan's gaze, an almost unbelievable warmth, maybe even a strange sort of tenderness, but then it's gone, and he's cocking a perfectly sculpted dark brow at me. “You look ridiculous. Where on earth did you find a pair of pajamas so hideous?”
