“I need your guest room.”
Tucker took her overnight bag without question, and Piper was grateful. She needed all her flagging energy to make it up the stairs to his apartment. Her house would’ve been more practical, but that’s the first place Myles would look, and she simply couldn’t face him yet.
“You get your paperwork delivered?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Are you going to actually talk to me now?”
She didn’t really want to talk to anybody. She wanted to go back to bed and wake up to find this was all a bad dream. But it wasn’t a dream and, like it or not, she had to figure out what came next. And at least Tucker knew the truth about why she and Myles had married in the first place.
“Let me change first.”
By the time she’d shed her suit in the name of pajamas, he’d put together a tray of
