Tuesday morning as I entered the kitchen, my steps stilled, surprised to see Sterling still present. I watched as he stood talking to Reid with his back to me, scanning his long legs covered in his pricey suit trousers, his fit waist, and the way his long-sleeved shirt fit over his broad shoulders. There was something about seeing him dressed for work that twisted my insides, perhaps it was because I was becoming very accustomed to what he was hiding under that expensive ...