Countdown to My Divorce

After Rachel left, Tyler tapped Ray’s nose.

“You were way too clingy just now. What, I don’t deserve a little dignity?”

Ray whimpered and laid at Tyler’s feet. His pitiful eyes brimmed with innocence.

Rachel stepped out of the bathroom. Her fingertips were still wet. She flicked the water off and casually asked, “Mr. Hunt, your bathroom doesn’t even have a towe”

Mid–sentence, she looked up and spotted Tyler with his back furried toward her. He was in nothing but his underwear. His skin was smooth over toned muscle, and the raw masculinity made her jaw drop.

She had seen his body before, but somehow it still managed to take her breath away every time.

Tyler turned around when he heard her voice.

“There’s no towel. Can’t you just use a tissue?”

Still stunned, Rachel only now snapped her mouth shut after hearing his voice.

“Oh, right. Sure.”

She walked over to the table, pulled a couple of tissues from the box, and wiped her hands. She then glanced at him.

all your clothes

“Didn’t you tell

know whether to laugh or cry. “I

say only the shirt.” Tyler said this with absolute confidence like

never mind the dog that was

from the table and stood

“Turn around.”

his back

bandage and tossed it in the trash. The

discomfort welled up in her again. She felt goosebumps all over her body. But she took a deep breath, steadied

applied the ointment before wrapping fresh gauze around

it around from behind and then reach over his

then he suddenly felt something soft press against his lower back. His body went

noticed the tension. “What’s wrong? Did

deeper and raspier “No. Just back

Rachel echoed

she had been pressed up against him. Her cheeks turned red in

“Okay.”

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