An hour later, Drake was comfortable as Shaw could make him, and was asleep with his head in Shaw’s lap. Shaw gently stroked his fingers through Drake’s long, dark hair. If it wasn’t for the way Bron constantly patrolled the house, moving from door to window to make sure the salt remained undisturbed, Shaw would find it hard to believe all that had happened.
Although he didn’t say anything when he returned to the room, each time Bron looked at Drake, his fierce expression softened. A smile even tugged at the corner of full lips, that Shaw thought so reminiscent of Drake’s.
“I’m going to sit out there.” Bron nodded toward the door. “I have a feeling you and my brother are going to need privacy very soon.”
The comment made no sense to Shaw. He looked back down at Drake and an urge to kiss
