Chapter 12: The Unspoken Question
The heat that had begun in Debbie’s cheeks flooded her entire body. Cool nightie. A simple, almost childish compliment, but from him, in this closeness, it felt like a bolt of lightning.
“Thanks,” she managed, her voice a notch too high. She dropped her gaze to the sink, focusing on the hair strands caught in her brush. “It’s just an old thing. I just… slipped it on.” She shrugged, the motion causing the loose silk to shift, the neckline dipping another fraction. She knew what it did. She’d bought it years ago, a rare, private indulgence, and yes, it accentuated. In the mirror, she saw the soft swell of her cleavage, the lace trim barely containing it. A vivid, shameful thought flashed: He can see that.