Chapter 41

They’d spent three afternoons together. It was always the same.

She didn’t mind it all that much.

Netty pulled the sheet over herself and slumped back into the pillows. She listened. She’d been right. She heard the shower running in the bathroom. He was going to be in there for at least ten minutes. When he came out, he’d be polite, charmingly bashful, and quick to find his shoes.

She stripped the blankets off. Gathered her bra and panties from off the floor. As she got dressed, she made certain to avoid the reflection in the mirror. She didn’t feel up to it. Not right now at least. Not while his touch and scent were still fresh on her skin.

Because she had met Angie twice.

This affair was her most challenging. Rye’s wife was an angel in disguise. Angie was nothing like the girls Netty knew. No, the woman seemed to glide through the room as though her feet didn’t touch the ground, even now that she was days away from giving birth. Angie never had a bad word to say about anybody.