Chapter 18When Garrett got home, he couldn’t find Kelsey at first. She wasn’t in the kitchen, or in the front office. Maybe she was napping? Or reading in bed, the way she sometime did in the afternoon after she finished her freelancing work.
He made his way upstairs, the pharmacy bag rustling. He smelled something sort of cinnamon-y as he crossed the hall and opened the bedroom door.
Kelsey was on the bed — reading, as he’d predicted. But she was on her stomach, propped on her elbows, with her head at the foot of the bed. Two scented candles were lit on each bedside table. Kelsey’s long, loose dark hair shone in the candlelight, and her skin glowed gold.
So much skin.
Because she was wearing the skimpiest dress he’d ever seen.
It was fire engine red cut low in the front, so that he c
