At the sounds of the door lock clicking, she turned over her shoulder. A wry grin lifted her cheeks. “Good my husband remembered he had a wife and stopped chatting.” “Your husband does not remember his name at the moment.” I kicked off my boots. “Tell me why you’re pressing those perfect breasts to the window for anyone to see? Those belong to me, or must I remind you?” Saga had the audacity to turn back to the window, sipping her drink as though nothing bothered her in the slightest.
