“I was just saying hi to Raina since I know her from the bakery.” Russ seemed to mull that over. “Never understood why my wife needs to go there when we got hot water here.” His wife. I struggled not to look at Raina, especially the bruise I knew hid beneath her concealer. Instead, I pushed my smile wider. “Guess you’ve never had one of our pastries, then.” His gaze lowered from my face to my chest. “Might just have to remedy that.” Gross.
Gross
