Ben slowly pushed open the bedroom door. Inside, Nina was sleeping soundly. The room was aglow with light, and she clutched one of his old t-shirts to her chest. She looked peaceful, her lips parted softly as soft, even breaths escaped them. Ben watched her, a mix of fond exasperation and amusement tugging at his heart.
He hadn't spoken to Nina since the whole engagement announcement debacle with Delia. Even when they passed each other, Ben made a point to avoid any familiarity, worried Delia might have eyes on him. His girlfriend's jealousy toward his secret wife was a slow-burning fire.
That didn't mean he wasn't concerned about Nina. He'd arranged for a family driver to take her to and from work daily. A few times, Ben had glimpsed her eating alone in the food court, but seeing her ca
