Rachel’s POV
I woke up with both of them still sleeping beside me, their steady breathing filling the quiet room, and I carefully slipped out of bed without disturbing either of them. Sleep had barely come to me at all. My thoughts had spun endlessly after Scar told me we were tracking my mother down today, and the anxiety sat heavy in my chest.
I undressed and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water rush over my skin as steam curled around the small bathroom and fogged the mirror. The sound of the water helped drown out my thoughts, but not completely. My mind drifted back to the garage, to Scar, to Ace, and to the truth I could no longer ignore. I wanted to f**k Ace.
The thought made my stomach twist. I was married. I should not have been thinking like this, except nothing abou
