" It had been three days since she’d left him alone in his home, having destroyed it with the specter of her presence. He couldn’t
do anything in the house—not eat or bathe or light a fucking candle—without thinking of her. Without reliving her, smelling
like almond cakes and looking like sin.


So, he hadn’t gone home in three days. "

― Sarah MacLean , Brazen and the Beast (The Bareknuckle Bastards, #2)