“I’m happy to see you bringing those by,” I say, clearing my throat. “Even though they aren’t her old ones, they’ll do.” “I couldn’t find the old ones.” “Pawned them.” He fights a laugh. “I’m doing the best I can here, okay?” I lean against the doorframe and take him in. He’s so disarming with his blond hair poking out the sides of his cap and tall, lanky frame. And no man should have lashes that long. It’s just not fair.
