Chapter Twenty Eight
Emotion. Too much emotion. Fight it.
Something inside disintegrated and Irene took the first tentative step towards acceptance.
Calm down.
Breathe, now. Deeply.
Let it go…
It doesn’t matter anymore.
Irene felt the pressure ease. She would do this because she had no choice. And lifting an arm, she reached behind for the zipper.
Jordan’s sexy silk cocktail dress slid the length of Irene’s legs and puddled about her ankles. When she reached down for it, her bell-like breasts swung forward, swaying like pendulums. Irene ignored Scirocco’s satisfied chuckle.
When she stood with the silk in her hands, her gaze met Joey’s. A look of sadness clouded the girl’s eyes and Irene knew the two of them were now unavoidably entwined; would share this moment, together, for the
