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.

take all

you tell

cry. “I told you to take

shirt.” Tyler said this with absolute confidence like he had the moral high

to argue. Dealing with Tyler was exhausting enough, never mind the

the ointment from the table and

“Turn around.”

his back

the trash. The wound across his

her again. She felt goosebumps all

applied the ointment before wrapping fresh gauze

do it properly, she had to wrap it

it. But then he suddenly felt something soft press against his lower back. His

the tension. “What’s wrong? Did

out deeper and raspier “No. Just back off a little. You’re too close. It’s

Rachel echoed

realized just how close she had been pressed up

“Okay.”

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