Not a family. Not even a couple. Fury sat down at her gilt-framed mirror. It was early evening and she needed to restore some semblance of order to much more than her tangled hair.

Flint in the copper bath tub wasn't what her eyes should dwell on right now. All the same, they did. If they weren't even a couple, why had she let him spend the day here? To prove they weren't? Because she was madly, passionately in love with him?

Because she wasn't spending money on a ...