She stood barefoot, her long legs bare beneath the oversized shirt draping carelessly over her frame. The sleeves brushed her wrists, the hem grazing the tops of her thighs.
Raymond’s shirt and nothing under.
Her hair spilled down in tousled waves, as though she had only just rolled out of bed.
Tessa’s stomach twisted violently.
Danielle’s eyes landed on her first, widening with mock surprise, then shifted effortlessly to Raymond. Her lips curved into an easy smile. “Oh, you’re back.”
Her tone was airy, as though nothing about this moment was fractured, as though the atmosphere wasn’t thick with rage. “You almost gave Ray a heart attack, sneaking out like that.”
Ray.
The name sliced through Tessa like a blade. Intimate. Possessive. It was a name she had never been allowed to use, ne
