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.

grab his arm. The voice of his favored girl was

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

their earlier encounters, flared anew. He slipped under the covers once more, his hands

held close in his embrace, her face burning with embarrassment as she protested, "Enough already. You should be settling down at

words hit a sore spot-Brett was sensitive about his age. He wouldn't

endured. Their

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

still sleeping soundly. Despite being a mother, she still clung to things in her sleep, having held onto Brett until early morning when he replaced himself with a

the previous night flooded back. Her cheeks

face, speaking gently, "Let's have breakfast, then

her daze. Sitting up, she ran her fingers through her

Brockville?" he asked without batting an eye.

kids are here, and it's good for his development. Later,

as Peterborough, and there might not be as

last night and were too caught up in

give up her career for my brother, I think I can do the same. It's not like I'm quitting work

Brett's anchor. It was the home of the Noland family, and he