he morning when Kinsley pushed open the he

le, her temples throbbing with exhaustion. All she wanted was to

sound of scraping furniture and hushed voic

then walked to

de the master bedroom's open door. Standing in the doorway, her arms spread wide to block the ent

king with outrage. "This room belongs to Mr. and Mrs. Deck

e silk nightgown, her arms wrapped aroun

ristian said the mattress in the south wing was too firm for my back su

mattress," Kinsley's voice

sley standing under the hall sconces. Sh

g a trunk between them, their

her silk robe tighter. "I was only doing what Chr

ood right in front of Blair. She didn't rai

ineal dependents and non-spouses are barred from private master suites.

of the statement stripped away every ounce of her

ked out, tears finally spilling down her che

going on

roached, still wearing his tuxedo trousers and a half-unbuttone

g her face in his chest**, clingi

to kick me out... she says I'm just a cha

e snapped to Kinsley, cold and accusatory. He didn't shout, but his

ouse into a war zone the mi

sregard for the boundaries of their home, and felt the last remaining ember

lmly. "I am simply upholding them. Or are you planning

sliding past her as if her sheer lack o

g up and she needs proper rest. Why do you h

e doorway entirely. She gestured towa

t her that much,

inked, caugh

ha

rtha, who stood by t

sonal item of mine from that room and

artha whispered, h

e," Kinsley

stian's shirt, a faint gleam of t

you, Ki

ghtened with sudden, unmasked tension. The sight of her so willingly abandon

d, reaching out t

he guest room-what kind of messa

efore his skin could touch

lf, Mr. Decker. The room has been

a backhand. His face turned

t yourself. Don't come crawling back to

d on his heel, and stalked dow

at the open bedroom door. She felt no sadn

idea just how thoroughly she was a