When Richelle Dunn woke up, she opened her eyes and saw the sky outside the terrace dyed red by the evening glow.
Amid the red clouds, a tall figure leaned slightly forward against the railing, holding a cell phone, chatting about something.
Richelle lifted the blanket and realized she was asleep in the guest room. Thinking back, her memory stopped after talking with Denise Munni and closing her eyes for a nap – everything beyond that was a blank.
Was she so exhausted that she ran to bed and slept on her own?
Or, had Roy Lewis carried her to bed to sleep?
As she pondered, the terrace door opened, and the man walked towards her step by step, enveloped in golden twilight.
Richelle's heart raced like a beating drum, eyes fixed, unwavering on Roy as he approached, then watched him kneel on one knee onto the bed, his hands on either side of her, his body leaning forward, half-encircling her in his embrace.
"Awake?"
