Chapter One Hundred-Fifty-Seven

Fiona 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 Bea, not realizing she would be gorgeous. She’d hoped to show Beckett what he was missing.

Except Beckett didn’t look.

He was leaning against the kitchen