Trish came downstairs the next morning wearing the skimpy nightwear she’d bought on purpose for this moment, short enough to show off her legs, low enough to hint at cleavage. The kind of thing that made men look. She’d bought it before meeting Prue, not realizing she would be gorgeous. She’d hoped to show Nate what he was missing.

Except Nate didn’t look.

He was leaning against the kitchen counter, coffee mug in hand, wearing jeans and a T-shirt that stretched across his shoulders in ...