Chapter 88 Bittersweet
- Tristan
- He stepped out of the shower, towelling his thick black hair. Although it was close to 2 a.m. now, he had had to have a wash. The long drive from the town to his father’s home had made him weary.
- Damn, he thought as he sipped a little from his ever-present hip-flask, I wish I had a woman in my bed.