"Hope springs eternal and old habits are hard to break." He really disliked pale sheets. He'd torn open too many wounds in his sleep over the years to even consider anything light.
He led her down the hall to the spare room, something he and Peter had been very slowly working on decorating and making homey. There was more than enough room for her to make it her own if she wanted. "Bathroom's across the hall. Pete and I are upstairs."