Chapter 15Baylee woke up in her bed, the comfortable bed she'd gotten used to sharing with her husband, cradled in his warm embrace. But this morning was like no other. Instead of peace and safety, she felt ill. Her head pounded. Her stomach twisted into nausea. The pounding intensified, and it finally dawned on her that someone was knocking loudly on the front door of the townhouse. Rising, she managed a wan grin at finding herself n***d and pulled on some sweat shorts and a tee shirt. The door downstairs creaked open and two voices joined in unintelligible conversation. One was Chase's familiar bass, but the other voice, rusty and weary-sounding, was that of an unknown female. Wondering what on earth was happening, she descended the staircase, unconcerned with her sleep-messy hair and ha
