He only ever treated her like a treasure at night, when he needed someone to take care of a man's needs, right?
The more Summer Sutton thought about it, the more stifled she felt.
As she brooded, her resentment toward Watt Bennet flared up again.
Watt had his head down, undoing the zipper of her dress; this seemed to have become their standard mode of interaction lately.
He wouldn't come back until the dead of night, and after he did, he had nothing else to say to her. Once they were in bed, he just went straight to doing what he wanted to do.
Summer pressed down on his hand, her closed eyes suddenly flying open.
"What? Planning to mess around till god knows when again like the last few nights?"
"If you want to sleep early, we can do that too." Watt pushed her hand away and went back to what he was doing.
He tugged down the straps of her nightgown, already about to pull it off, when Summer stopped him again.
