She dropped her head back as goose bumps covered her body, and, with a groan, he let himself go over the edge with her.

Tia could smell coffee when she woke up. Shoving the hair out of her face, she leaned up on one elbow to check the time on her phone and was shocked to see it was almost eleven. Rolling the other direction, she stretched out a foot, searching for Seth in the tangled bedding. With the blinds down it was too dark to see much, and when she didn’t find him, she guessed, from the coffee aroma, that he was down in the kitchen.

How had she slept so late? Had he slept in, too?

“Wow, what a night,” she murmured and couldn’t help shaking her head as she remembered how intense it had been at various points. Every night she spent with Seth was better than the one before, because they were growing more and more comfortable with each other.

She was also falling in love with him. But she refused to think about that. Now wasn’t the time. For once, she was going to be like everyone else and embrace the holidays—celebrate life and love and the beauty of sacrificing for others.

Shoving the pillows behind her back, she checked her phone again. She wanted to be sure Nina at People didn’t need anything else.

There was nothing from Nina, but she found a message from her brother-in-law. He’d finally responded to her text asking if he’d betrayed her.

What are you accusing me of?

She’d received that message at six o’clock his time, which was probably right before he headed out on the farm. Had he and Rachel made up after their argument last night? Were they going to be able to hold their marriage together? She didn’t understand how they could. And yet she didn’t see any way out for them, either.

For the first time, she felt sorry for both people. She sort of wanted to convey that to Abram to offer him some sympathy, too, but she had no idea how such a sentiment would be received. If he blamed her for his troubled marriage, she couldn’t imagine that anything she had to say would bring him any solace.

It certainly wasn’t going to help their relationship that she’d now accused him. She wished she could just let it go; she got the creeping sensation that she had the wrong person. But she was the one who’d put it out there. He deserved some clarification.

Did you tell the paparazzi where they could find me?