Yvonne Finley was slightly startled.
Everything before her eyes seemed hazy, as if veiled by slow-motion mist. Through the murk, the tall figure of a man leaned lazily against the door. His black, intense eyes felt like they had gathered substance, enveloping every inch of her, bit by bit igniting a blaze of heat within her.
Her throat was slightly hoarse as she stammered in surprise, "You..."
Caleb Baker just stood there, looking at her through the fog, a wry smile on his lips. "This is my house. I should lock out the owner who has the keys?"
Yvonne was taken aback.
It took her a moment to regain her composure. Subconsciously, she folded her arms across her chest, muttering in embarrassment, "Get out."
They hadn't been arguing for long.
And now they were seeing each other "heart to heart."
Didn't she care about her dignity?
Weren't they supposed to sleep in separate rooms? Why had he come over?
