Chapter 9
Emma smiled as Kaylee sat in her dressing gown in the kitchen, swinging her legs under the table. Her long blonde hair, safely ensconced in a towel and piled upon her head, had assumed a shade of pale lilac.
“Washing up liquid,” Allaine whispered, leaning sideways. “Who’d have guessed it would work?” She sipped lemonade from a plastic cup and watched Rohan limp around the table bearing a plate of sandwiches. He wore black dress pants and a white ruffled shirt, a neat black bow tie at his neck. “Scrubs up well, doesn’t he?” Allaine added, tilting her head and peering at the Russian beneath hooded lids.
Emma smiled at her husband, offering a lascivious wink of promise as he glanced over. His jaw tightened and he buried the smirk, directing Nicky to offer Kaylee more lemonade. Ni
