When she returned, he was sipping his coffee and looking in her crafts basket on the side table. She instantly felt the heat in her cheeks once again. She paused a beat then quickly grabbed up her cup and jacket, heading briskly to the door, hoping he hadn't seen much but wondering again what all he saw last night while she was passed out. She grabbed her purse from near the side table and headed out. He dropped whatever he was looking at and followed her out.
Chloe stopped short when she saw the car in her driveway and felt his solid warm body collide with hers from behind, and she began to teeter over. He grabbed her shoulders to steady her and then guided her by the small of her back to the passenger door of a shiny Mercedes S-class sedan. It was a dark metallic blood-red color, almost black, and looked fresh off the lot. He opened her door for her. Even the rims were expensive, she loved those multi-spoke rims, and she knew they cost extra.
