Chapter Twenty-Four
Tamsin stretched her arms above her head. The sheet slipped down and she found herself staring at her own naked breasts. Tamsin had never been able to sleep fully in the nude—it just wasn’t her thing—yet here she lay, in the buff. She turned her head to look at the cause of her nudity in bed. Diane was still sleeping. She lay on her side facing away from Tamsin.
They’d spent two nights in a row together, so this definitely was no longer a one-night stand. Not that Tamsin had ever considered it that, but Diane might have. She might not have come back to Tamsin’s house last night. After she’d left to meet her son, Tamsin hadn’t been able to keep that thought from popping into her head. What was going through Diane’s mind as she’d left? As she spoke to her son? At least
