THE SINFUL HOUR COLLECTION
I let her, but my fingers stay limp.
Tyler shows up in the kitchen, his hair a total mess, eyes squinty from the hangover. He rubs his head, groaning. “What the hell happened? My head feels like a jackhammer.” He spots me, freezes for a second, his gaze dropping to my nightwear like he’s remembering. “Joyce? Last night… was that you?”
Jessica jumps in quick, wrapping her arms around him from behind, kissing his neck. “You were celebrating, sweetie. Our family. I’m having a baby!”