Chapter 126

He was holding a cup of hot milk, his eyes—those familiar, narrow ones just like Henry Smith’s—stared right at me, then flicked lower with a teasing glint, landing squarely on my chest. Right, I was wearing that V-neck silk slip with the lace trim. The kind that clings to every curve and leaves not much to the imagination. Sure, I’m divorced and not some innocent girl, but honestly, Henry Smith was the only man I’d ever been with. With someone else seeing me like that, the embarrassment rushed straight to my face. I slammed the door shut, scrambled to throw on a bra, then opened it back up like I had it all together. “What’s up?” Jason acted like nothing weird had happened and handed over the milk. “Evan likes a glass before bed. I warmed an extra one. You’ve worked hard these past few days—hope it helps you sleep.” “Really? I had no idea.” I took the cup, genuinely surprised Evan shared my nighttime milk habit. And instantly, I felt bad. While Jason was out of town, I never once offer