Tyrone lifted his gaze, swallowing audibly.

Fresh from her recent shower, Sabrina’s eyes glistened with moisture, her skin adorned with a rosy hue.

Sabrina frowned. What an extraordinary coincidence.

With a wary expression, Sabrina regarded Tyrone and issued a direct demand.

“Hand over your phone.”

Raising an eyebrow, Tyrone retrieved his phone from his coat in the hamper and passed it to Sabrina.

She made an effort to turn on the phone but it remained stubbornly unresponsive.

to be

really

her brows knit in

moment before suggesting, “Would it be possible for me to spend the night in the guest room, if

Sabrina’s refusal was immediate

Bettie discovering such an arrangement was

vividly picture the disappointment that would cloud Bettie’s

for a brief moment but he halted his

that the sole viable option remaining was to share a bed, and

feeling the onset of an irksome headache, extracted a duvet from the cabinet and set up the

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