Tessa’s eyes felt swollen and heavy the next morning, still stinging from how hard she’d cried. The soft shuffle of the maids trying to move quietly finally made her blink awake. A few women hurried across the room, carrying a fresh set of clothes that looked like they’d just been delivered by Nathan’s private designer.

But only one man grabbed her full attention.

Nathan stood in front of the vanity mirror, buttoning a casual shirt. Even from behind, he looked annoyingly ...