Jessa smoothed down the sexy, babydoll nightgown she was wearing, nervous anticipation filling her.
It had been five days since the doctor had given the go ahead to resume normal activities, and yet Damien still hadn’t touched her. Her bruises were fading and they no longer hurt. She needed to show him that she wasn’t fragile, that she wasn’t going to break.
Sure, there were a number of men in her house, but their bedroom was well away from the commandeered living area. She’d grown used to having the guys around; it was going to be quiet when they left.
If they ever left. It had been over a week since they’d nearly been run off the road and nothing more had happened.
Hunter seemed to think that Victor and Evan were biding their time, waiting for the right moment. Jessa just wanted this
