Nathan stood in the laundry room, jaw tight as he sorted through the clothes. Her clothes. He should have made her do this herself. But no—his big mouth had offered, and now here he was, elbow-deep in lace and silk.
“Did I really have to offer?” He mumbled as he went through the clothes.
The pile was ridiculous. She hadn’t just given him a few things—she had dumped her entire dirty laundry on him. Yet somehow, she’d managed to keep a suit clean—the one she wore to work that morning.
"Convenient."
With a sigh, he reached into the heap and pulled out a bundle of fabric.
Nathan froze, the fabric hanging from his hand. Black lace. Delicate. Thin.
Rosie’s lingerie.
He exhaled sharply, the tips of his fingers brushing over the material. For a second too long, he had looked at it. Held i
