I couldn't remember ever buying such provocative lingerie. And the size... it didn't seem to be mine.

How did something that wasn't mine end up in our house?

A thought struck me like lightning. ‘Could Mitchell have brought it home?’

My fingers tightened, afraid to follow that train of thought.

Mitchell's honest, kind face appeared in my mind, along with memories of his goodness to me...

I shook my head hard, pushing away ...