Abigail watched for a moment as Talia put some serious elbow grease into scrubbing the marble kitchen island in hers and Lorenzo’s penthouse.
It wasn’t a shock to find the other woman in her kitchen. Hell, all three penthouses shared the same floor in the building. They had all taken to roaming around as though it was one giant house and only remembered whose place was whose when it was time for bed. But to find Talia trying to reduce part of her kitchen into rubble with all the scrubbing she was doing, that was shocking.
A delicate frown formed between her brows as she wondered if she should walk back out of the kitchen and retreat to another part of the penthouse. Talia clearly hadn't noticed her presence yet. Or interrupt the cleaning taking place, which would surely put their cleani
