*Rosie Fay-Donovan*
“Ah, you must be the famous Mrs. Fay-Donovan.” The woman got to her feet, flashing a bright smile in my direction as she offered me her hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Naomi Byrne.”
I shook her hand while my brain tried to make a connection with the name and the woman standing in front of me. I had never seen her before in my life.
And to be honest, I wasn’t very happy to find a beautiful woman inside my apartment, alone with my husband.
Call it pettiness or low self-esteem. Whatever. Naomi exuded this air of confidence that kind of made me feel self-aware. I didn’t want to feel intimidated by her, but I did.
I tossed Archie a side glance, my brows raising with intrigue as I waited for someone to explain what the hell was going on.
Who was she? What was she doing here? And why wasn’t I aware of her existence until now? What was Archie dealing with and why did she have to be so pretty?