Wendy
My mouth went completely dry.
A intense flush of heat flooded my cheeks, racing rapidly down my neck and straight into my chest.
For five years, I had locked this man out of my bedroom.
What on earth had the old Wendy been thinking?
As my eyes helplessly traced the sharp V-line disappearing beneath the edge of the low-hanging towel, a completely new, overpowering thought crashed through my mind.
I didn't just want to share a bed with him to comfort our son. I wanted to sleep with my husband.
Reed stopped mid-stride as he noticed me standing there. He froze, his hand still holding a smaller hand towel he had been using to dry his hair.
His dark eyes widened slightly in surprise. But as his gaze dropped to my thoroughly flushed face, and then to the death grip I had on his su
