Bridget saw Miguel’s emotional state as an opportunity and decided to take advantage of it. Now that he was disappointed in Laura—and, for some reason, had chosen her to confide in—she might as well use the moment to worm her way back into his arms, even if just for the night.
Miguel exhaled sharply, rubbing his forehead. “I shouldn’t have doubted you,” he admitted. “Now I feel like a fool. I can’t stop wondering what game Laura is playing. Of all the men she could be with, why him? Why Thomas Nelson? What are they up to?”
Bridget saw her opening. She slowly placed a hand on his arm, letting it slide across his shoulder and down his back.
Miguel barely reacted, lost in thought.
Encouraged, Bridget inched closer, her touch growing more intentional. Miguel leaned back into the couch, una
