Chapter Sixteen
Chris and Ivy were walking hand in hand as they stepped out of Ivy’s cottage, where they both lived, arms around each other, pressed together so closely that she didn’t think there was any space left between them. His cat, a black scruffy thing, hopped off the porch and darted around the side, and Ivy was laughing at something Chris said, appearing so happy and relaxed as he slipped his hand in her back jeans pocket and leaned in and kissed her nose. Totally hot, totally possessive. Anyone could see how she belonged to him. Naomi fisted her hand in her shirt at her chest, standing in the shadows, gawking like a peeping Tom. It was ridiculous, yet she was mesmerized by what seemed to be growing between them, something that said they were each other’s perfect partner.
“Naom
