Grace had no idea when Raphael got back. She was already lying in bed with the lights off after her nightly routine when she heard the door open—quietly, as if he was trying not to disturb anyone.
But it wasn’t the sound that pulled her from the edge of sleep. It was the smell. A strong, unfamiliar scent hanging in the air.
Her nose wrinkled instinctively.
She was highly sensitive to fragrances. The diffuser in her bedroom always released a soft, barely-there aroma. But this… this was sharp, thick, and undeniably strong perfume.
OH, PERFECT. So “meeting a friend” really meant hooking up with another woman, huh?
Whatever sleepiness she’d had vanished in an instant, replaced by a slow-burning fire in her chest.
From the bathroom came the sound of running water, and the longer she lay t
