As he zips up the two large packs, Ridge remarks, “This smaller bag is yours. My friend Amora donated some clothes and necessities for you. She’s probably a bit bigger than you, but they should work.”

I nod, wondering who Amora is. Is “friend” just a euphemism? Is Amora his girlfriend?

The idea that he might belong to someone else makes me crazy with an unreasonable sort of jealousy, and I bite back any desire to question him about her. I’m fragile enough without adding excess fuel to the fire.

Leaving the bags by the door, Ridge leaves the room one more time. When he comes back, he’s got a...