Heroes don’t exist, after all, was her first outrageous thought. From out in the corridor, she shut the bedchamber door so softly, she was sure neither clandestine lover inside heard the muffled click. Everything in her wanted to lean on that door and slump down its polish...
The problem was that when True was stirring the penne for dinner, he’d caught a glimpse of her bra strap. He hadn’t been able to forget it all night long, throughout the meal (which was delicious) and afterward when they’d all taken a walk with the dogs and then come home to watch an episode of a...