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 your

“Didn’t you tell me

or cry. “I told you to

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

Tyler was exhausting enough, never mind the dog that was still eyeing her like

the ointment from the

“Turn around.”

his

in the trash. The wound across his back was split open in the

That familiar discomfort welled up in her again. She felt goosebumps all over her body. But she

the ointment before wrapping fresh gauze around

wrap it

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

the tension. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt

raspier “No. Just back off a little.

Rachel echoed in

and realized just how close she had been

“Okay.”

Chapter 240