Chapter 32
SHOCK KEPT PRU IMMOBILE as Lydia Coogan left the room. There was probably something she should have said, but she had no idea what. There was no proper protocol for this situation, no Emily Post guide to the right way to handle being caught with your lover by your foster child's social worker. The only possible way it could have been worse would have been if she'd walked in on them in flagrante. Even that could have been explained. Maybe. It wasn't as if celibacy was a mandatory requirement for fostering and adoption. But this?
As the front door shut, Pru found the strength to pull away and round on Flynn. "What the hell were you thinking? Engaged?"
He ran a hand through his hair - still mussed from her fingers. Jesus. And Ari had seen her standing in his shirt.
"I panicked. I was trying to protect your reputation - sleeping with your fiancé certainly seemed better than sleeping with a guest."