“Did I…” “Set the curtains on fire?” He lifts a brow. “Yes.” “Oh.” I can’t find it in me to be embarrassed, so I brush the backs of my fingers across the stubble along his jaw. “And you put it out.” “Yes. Right before I destroyed your throwing target.” He grimaces. “I’ll get you a new one.” I glance over at the armoire. “And we…” “Yep.” He lifts his brows. “And I’m pretty sure you need a new chair, too.”
