The Queen Returns And She’s Unforgiving

The Queen Returns—And She’s Unforgiving 62

The mass doped slightly under his wright.

was a scent that was impossible to ignor

Even with the space between them, she could still catch the faint, familiar scent of cedarwood–Lucas‘ scent–mixed with the warmth of his skin. It was a s

She trace. Lving on her side, her bosh, went rigiil sumoving Why hadn’t he lett? Why was he back?

Confnawirled in her mind. They were getting divorced, and sharing a bed at this point felt almost absurd.

But Lucas d’Leary a word. He did’t touch her. It wasn’t long before his breathing evened out as if he had already drifted off the Evelyn wasn’t even there.

Sawty her tense nerves began to settle. It made sense he was just keeping up appearances for Maria. That was the only reason he was here.

Lucas had always been cold and distant with her. Even when they had dept together it had been a day, not a desire. He had never really wanted her. That thought was enough for Evelyn to hnalle let sleep pull herunder.

The next morning, she was startled awake by the vibration of a phone next to her pillow Still half–asleep, she reached for it and Mindly swiped to answer. A woman’s voice, soft and teasing came through the speaker.

Are you

the realization hitting her like a slap to

there? Is some with you?” the woman on the phone asked, suspicion creeping into her

instinctively turned to glance at the person

back, strong arms caging her in,

her. She could feel his presence,

a while. Without a word, he reached over and smoothly slipped the phone from

was his legal spouse, yet she felt like some secret that needed to be hidden like she was the one who had

solid frame, his body beat unmistakable. Het Lace flashed,

up, purting datance

he hung up and looked at

composure. “Sorry, I didn’t realize

Grant. Don’t make that mistake again.” Evelyn pred

slightly No explanation would