"This is another one I got," Maxine said to Alisha, her voice low but tinged with anticipation as she handed her a thick pile of glossy photographs.
The image was crystal clear despite the fact that the woman in it wore a shawl draped over her head, concealing part of her face. The wind, however, had swept the fabric just enough to reveal her features, and there was no mistaking it. The woman was Katherine.
But it wasn't just the exposure of Katherine's identity that caught Alisha's attention. It was what she was doing. Katherine was pressed against a man, kissing him with the kind of hunger that made it look like the world around them had ceased to exist.
The man wasn't Nathan. He looked to be in his mid-thirties, his tan skin glistening under the sunlight. Blonde hair was slicked back messily, framing a strong, bearded jawline. His frame was muscular—broad shoulders, thick arms, the kind of build that suggested he practically lived in the gym.
