Adam sat again on the side of the bed, hauling off his boots and tucking them under the bed. He stripped down to his undershirt and drawers, going over to the fireplace and banking it up so that he wouldn't get cold.

Then he accepted the glass of wine and sat down on the bed, curling his knees up to his chest. "Can we eat in bed?" he asked, sipping at the wine. The liquid was soothing, partly from the luxury of it and partly from the way that the alcohol fuzzed at the edges of his senses, effecting him almost immediately on his empty stomach.