Nine
“You heard my story. Now, it’s time you told me yours, Tasa.” Whistle paused a beat, pulling himself up until his back was propped up against the wall. She scrambled up to her knees between his splayed legs. “The whole story. Don’t leave out any details,” he insisted.
Avoiding his gaze, she fiddled with the buttons of her powder-blue silk nightie. Damn, but the woman was sexy. Yet, he refused to be distracted. He’d told her more about his life than he had to most of his brothers, even Hoodie. The time for reckoning had arrived, and she wasn’t going to get around it.
“Come on,” he nudged her, pushing against her shoulder.
She took a deep breath as if rallying her courage. Her eyes drifted off him to the far corner of the room. They grew misty as she began, “My full name is Tasa Lup
