It’s probably a sin to hold a subordinate like this. Certainly Pope would have frowned on it, told them to stand up straight and cut that shit out. But what else is there to do? Carver rests his head back against the headboard and holds Bossie, wondering what the fuck he’s supposed to do now. What Leah would do.

Something better than this, he’s pretty sure.

“Put it out of your mind,” he murmurs. “We need to focus on what’s in front of us.”