The dress felt like a costume. Deep crimson silk, it was cut lower and tighter than anything Devon owned, hugging the curves of her hips and belly with a possessiveness that made her skin prickle. She stood nervously in the opulent foyer of Tonya’s apartment, her fingers itching to fidget with the simple silver key Tonya had just given her. Her key. The weight of it in her small clutch felt monumental. Tonya moved through...