Chapter Sixty Eight

LARA

I walked into my bedroom.

Gavin was already there. Standing by the window like he owned the place. His jacket was gone. His sleeves were rolled up. His hands were in his pockets like this was the most natural thing in the world.

I shut the door behind me.

“I hate to admit this.” I started, crossing my arms. “But you actually did a decent job down there.”

His head tilted slightly. That amused