“A moment, please,” she said, pausing to tie the robe a little tighter. Certain she was presentable, she opened the door to find Stephen standing there—not in his commander's gold robe, but a pearl-white, loose-fitting silk shirt that sort of crossed his body, no buttons, and it was open halfway down his chest. And the pants were a gray material that looked soft (and she definitely didn't want to gaze down at how tight they fit him), stuffed into black, knee-high boots. Okay, lift the eyes and keep them on his face. His wand stationed casually at his right side on a gold and leather sheath (his wand stored inside), tethered to one thigh. His hair was still unfettered. He was taking her all in unabashedly. She could tell her choice of attire totally pleased him.
Double damn.
“Hello,” he s
