When Travis finished his shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist and used another to dry his damp hair.
He stepped out of the bathroom and headed toward his walk-in closet, but stopped in his tracks when he caught sight of something on his bed. He approached and saw that a set of clothes had been laid out for his workday: his long-sleeved shirt, tuxedo, trousers, necktie, and even his undergarments. He didn’t need to ask who had prepared them.
It was Catherine. She was acting the part of the wife again.
But instead of ignoring her efforts as he usually did, Travis picked them up and put them on. Catherine clearly knew his taste; the color of the necktie she had chosen matched his outfit perfectly.
Once dressed, he reached for the hairbrush on the bedside table. His gaze landed on a
