"I'll come with you."
Babydoll's voice was calm, but the firmness in it left no room for argument.
Brandon glanced at her for a moment, studying her expression as though trying to read something beneath the surface. Whatever he saw seemed to satisfy him, because he gave a short nod.
"Good," he said.
Then he turned and left the bedroom.
Babydoll remained sitting on the edge of the bed, the sheets gathered loosely around her waist. She listened to his footsteps fading down the hallway, followed by the faint sounds of movement in the kitchen.
A cupboard opening.
The clink of mugs.
Once she was sure he was gone, the casual, almost playful light that had been in her eyes disappeared.
Her shoulders sagged.
"What did you think?" she muttered quietly to herself. "That one night of sex and he would immediately abandon all thoughts of that woman and swear eternal love and loyalty to you?"
She let out a humorless laugh.
Her fingers tightened around the edge of the blanket.
