"Noted. When and where are you meeting him?"
"He mumbled he was getting on to lunch with a client and he'd check back here after that."
"Okay, so we'll wait for him in your lodgings. When he knocks, I'll latch myself in your bedroom."
"There's no latch on my bedroom door."
"Then I relish the notion of being in there even better."
She furrowed her arms. "It's not like he's getting on to attempt anything…again."
"He'd better not."
Eve leaped when she heeded a thump on her door. Ethan, crouching subsequent to her on the sofa, grabbed her close and muttered, "If you desire anything, anything at all, I'll be right in the next room."
He offered her an abrupt kiss and fled to the bedroom. She rose, braced herself for confronting her stepfather, and aspired the meeting wasn't as embarrassing as she predicted.
