My eyes suddenly narrow at the many copies of photos scattered all over the table of the study. I probably had not taken notice of them earlier because my attention was all on Rory, but now I do and can’t help bending down to pick up the one that I’m standing close to. And lo-and-behold, there is a picture of Keenan and me in inappropriate positions. His lips are on my neck and his hand is intimately wrapped around my hips while my hands are around his neck and my eyes shut as I bite on my lips. I narrow my eyes, trying to remember when and where. Two weeks...