Chapter Eighteen
“BONNIE, WHAT ARE YOU doing here?”
Aimee just stared at the woman in the doorway. Bonnie Asher was beautiful, sultry even, as she stood there smiling at Clint, the swells of her breasts practically an invitation. Her legs were long, pale, and still inviting as she leaned against the doorframe, trying to tempt Clint into whatever made her stop by the condo. How did she even know where he lived? Clint moved in after she abandoned them. He never mentioned having contact with her, but then why would he tell Aimee if he had? She suddenly felt as if she was intruding.
“What? You didn’t miss me? I missed you. And Abigail, of course. Aren’t you going to invite the mother of your daughter in?”
Aimee watched as Clint took a deep breath, just before he stepped to the side and mot
