drugs her kidnapper had given her. She hadn’t had a choice about that sleep, either. The fatigue and drugs had mixed with the adrenaline crash, and Bree hadn’t been able to keep her eyes open at the end of the exam the doctor had given her.
Another glance, this time at the clock on the nightstand.
Oh, sheez.
It was nine, and she doubted that was p.m. because light was peeking through the curtains. It was nine in the morning, and that meant she’d been asleep at the ranch for heaven knows how many hours. Not good. She was certain she had plenty of things to do. But first, she needed to locate some clothes, the source of those voices and then see if she could scrounge up a phone and a strong cup of black coffee to clear the rest of the cobwebs from her head.
She hurried to the bathroom to wash up, but since she couldn’t find a change of clothes, Bree gave up on the notion of getting dressed, and instead, she headed to the sitting room wearing the girlie pink pjs. She prayed nothing was wrong and that’s why Kade had let her sleep so long. Too bad the thoughts of ugly scenarios kept going through her mind.
Bree threw open the door that separated the rooms in the suite and saw Kade. That was one voice. He was holding Leah and talking to someone. The other voice belonged to an attractive brunette that had her arm slung around Kade’s waist.
The pang of jealousy hit Bree before she could see it coming.
“Oh,” the woman said, her voice a classy purr.
Actually, everything about her was classy including her slim rose-colored top and skirt. Her hair was so shiny, so perfect, that Bree raked her hand through her own messy locks before she could stop herself. What was wrong with her? With everything else going on, the last thing she should care about was her appearance.
The woman smiled and walked toward her. “You must be Bree.” Her smile stayed in place even when she eyed the pajamas. “I’m glad they fit.”
“They’re yours?” Bree asked.
The woman nodded.
Of course, they were. This woman was girlie, and she was also everything that Bree wasn’t. Bree could see the love for her in Kade’s eyes.
Another pang of jealousy.
Bree smoothed her hair down again before she could stop herself.
“I’m Darcy Ryland.” The woman extended her hand for Bree to shake.
“Darcy is Nate’s wife,” Kade supplied. “He’s the cop at SAPD who’s helping us with the investigation.”
Kade had a funny expression on his face as if he knew that Bree had been jealous.
Bree tossed him a scowl.
He gave her another funny look.
“I’m also the Silver Creek assistant D.A. and the mother of two toddlers who are waiting for me to bring them their favorite books and toys.” Darcy checked her watch. “And that means I should have already been out of here. Good to meet you, Bree. We’ll chat more when things settle down.”
“Good to meet you, too,” Bree mumbled.
Darcy tipped her head to the plush sofa. “I left you some other clothes—ones that aren’t pink. Toiletries, too. And if you need anything else, just help yourself to my closet. Nate’s and my quarters are in the west wing of the house. Just be careful not to trip over the toys if you go over there.”
Bree added a thanks and felt guilty about the unflattering girlie thoughts and jealousy pangs. So, Kade’s sister-in-law was, well, nice despite her picture-perfect looks.
Darcy walked back to Kade and picked up her purse from the table. In the same motion, she kissed him on the cheek and then kissed Leah. Using her purse, she waved goodbye to Bree and glided out of the room on gray heels that looked like torture devices to Bree.
Bree didn’t waste any time going to Leah. No blanket this morning. The baby was wearing a one-piece green outfit that was nearly the same color as her eyes. She was also wide-awake and had those eyes aimed at Kade. Leah seemed to be studying his every move.
“I slept too long,” Bree commented, and she touched her
Another glance, this time at the clock on the nightstand.
Oh, sheez.
It was nine, and she doubted that was p.m. because light was peeking through the curtains. It was nine in the morning, and that meant she’d been asleep at the ranch for heaven knows how many hours. Not good. She was certain she had plenty of things to do. But first, she needed to locate some clothes, the source of those voices and then see if she could scrounge up a phone and a strong cup of black coffee to clear the rest of the cobwebs from her head.
She hurried to the bathroom to wash up, but since she couldn’t find a change of clothes, Bree gave up on the notion of getting dressed, and instead, she headed to the sitting room wearing the girlie pink pjs. She prayed nothing was wrong and that’s why Kade had let her sleep so long. Too bad the thoughts of ugly scenarios kept going through her mind.
Bree threw open the door that separated the rooms in the suite and saw Kade. That was one voice. He was holding Leah and talking to someone. The other voice belonged to an attractive brunette that had her arm slung around Kade’s waist.
The pang of jealousy hit Bree before she could see it coming.
“Oh,” the woman said, her voice a classy purr.
Actually, everything about her was classy including her slim rose-colored top and skirt. Her hair was so shiny, so perfect, that Bree raked her hand through her own messy locks before she could stop herself. What was wrong with her? With everything else going on, the last thing she should care about was her appearance.
The woman smiled and walked toward her. “You must be Bree.” Her smile stayed in place even when she eyed the pajamas. “I’m glad they fit.”
“They’re yours?” Bree asked.
The woman nodded.
Of course, they were. This woman was girlie, and she was also everything that Bree wasn’t. Bree could see the love for her in Kade’s eyes.
Another pang of jealousy.
Bree smoothed her hair down again before she could stop herself.
“I’m Darcy Ryland.” The woman extended her hand for Bree to shake.
“Darcy is Nate’s wife,” Kade supplied. “He’s the cop at SAPD who’s helping us with the investigation.”
Kade had a funny expression on his face as if he knew that Bree had been jealous.
Bree tossed him a scowl.
He gave her another funny look.
“I’m also the Silver Creek assistant D.A. and the mother of two toddlers who are waiting for me to bring them their favorite books and toys.” Darcy checked her watch. “And that means I should have already been out of here. Good to meet you, Bree. We’ll chat more when things settle down.”
“Good to meet you, too,” Bree mumbled.
Darcy tipped her head to the plush sofa. “I left you some other clothes—ones that aren’t pink. Toiletries, too. And if you need anything else, just help yourself to my closet. Nate’s and my quarters are in the west wing of the house. Just be careful not to trip over the toys if you go over there.”
Bree added a thanks and felt guilty about the unflattering girlie thoughts and jealousy pangs. So, Kade’s sister-in-law was, well, nice despite her picture-perfect looks.
Darcy walked back to Kade and picked up her purse from the table. In the same motion, she kissed him on the cheek and then kissed Leah. Using her purse, she waved goodbye to Bree and glided out of the room on gray heels that looked like torture devices to Bree.
Bree didn’t waste any time going to Leah. No blanket this morning. The baby was wearing a one-piece green outfit that was nearly the same color as her eyes. She was also wide-awake and had those eyes aimed at Kade. Leah seemed to be studying his every move.
“I slept too long,” Bree commented, and she touched her
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