Tangled Temptations

Chapter 390

After the storm of their passion had passed, Brett found the energy to change the sheets. The light blue shirt lay crumpled on the floor, drenched in sweat and beyond wearing again.

Orlena curled up at the head of the bed. Her cheeks were still tinged with the faint blush of someone who had cried not long ago.

Brett was busy with the aftermath.

He washed the sheets in the washing machine, dried her delicate lingerie, and even picked up the stained shirt she thought he'd throw away. But Brett was frugal, saying a wash would make it as good as new.

How could he ever wear that again? Orlena was furious with him!

In the laundry room, Brett's eyes were soft and tender. His days were long and not without fatigue, but being with her, holding her close, seemed to wash all the weariness away. What remained was pure contentment.

Once he finished, he handed her the freshly laundered lingerie. She had her own here, untouched and unworn for years, but she was too uncomfortable and didn't want to touch them, convinced they were infested with bugs! Brett bit back a crude joke, sparing her the words. He passed them to her, and Orlena took them, slipping them on beneath the covers.

The night had grown deep, and Brett brushed her hair gently. "Want to talk for a bit, or should we sleep?"

She turned away silently, laying down to sleep.

Brett smiled to himself. Leaning close, he whispered in her ear with a soft tone, "I'm going to step out for a smoke, then I'll come back and keep you company."

Orlena ignored him.

take offense and was about to stand up when he felt her grab his arm. The

down at her slender arm. She wore only his oversized shirt, which rode up with

encounters, flared anew. He slipped

couldn't break free. She was held close in his embrace, her face burning with embarrassment

spot-Brett was sensitive about his age. He wouldn't

endured. Their night of passion seemed to reset their

on his last visit, but now she was compliant and sweet. In truth, Orlena was

to find Orlena still sleeping soundly. Despite being a mother, she still clung to things in

looking up at him. Memories of the previous night flooded back. Her cheeks turned red at the

speaking gently, "Let's have breakfast, then go pick up Daniel. I've found him a

her hair, asking, "Are you sure you want Daniel

take him to Brockville?" he asked without batting an eye. Orlena wasn't going to be

start in Peterborough. All the other kids are here, and it's good for his development. Later, when he's older,

"Orlena, Brockville isn't as bustling as Peterborough, and there might not

caught up

gently took his hand, whispering, "If Eloise could give up her career for my brother, I think I can do the same. It's not like I'm quitting work altogether. I could open my own

was the home of the Noland family, and he couldn't leave