Kyra's POV
I was rubbing sleep from my eyes and walking to the kitchen when the door opened. Emily came in looking messy, her hair all tangled. She wore only a man's dress shirt that barely covered her legs. Obviously, underneath, she was just in her panties.
"What happened to you?" I asked.
She smiled in a way that told me everything. "Matt Foster happened."
"What?" I said, almost dropping my coffee mug.
Emily walked over and sat at the kitchen counter. "Water, please."
I gave her a glass. The big shirt she had on smelled like Matt. I knew exactly what had happened between them.
"Emily..." I started, but didn't know what to say.
She waved her hand dismissively. "Don't worry about me, Kyra. I liked it."
I furrowed my brow but held my tongue. Part of me wanted to tell her she didn't need to go this far for our plan, but I knew better than to question her methods.
