Briar’s stomach twisted as she stared at the photos in Sarah’s hand. Her heart pounded so loudly she could barely hear her own voice.
“That’s not me,” she said firmly, though her voice trembled. “I’ve never had s*x with Mr. Wilkes.” Her throat tightened. “Look at the woman in the picture — she has freckles on her arms and legs. I don’t. It’s not me.”
Damien, who had been silent until now, suddenly leaned forward, snatched the photos from Sarah’s grip, and flipped through them quickly. His jaw tightened with every passing second. After a tense moment, he swore under his breath and flung the pictures across the room.
Briar quickly reached down, tugged her skirt back into place, and stepped out of the panties tangled around her ankles. Damien adjusted his pants, fastened the button, and ba
