It wasn’t until a low whimper drew my attention that I spotted Braxton on the couch, naked as the day she was born, red hair cascading down her back, and straddling my goddam pillow. I knew it was mine because of the dark-green pillowcase. “Holy shit,” I heard Rich whisper like a virgin. I don’t know why he bothered to conceal his presence. Braxton knew we were here. She planned this.
