she asked.
Keena glared at her. “Did Nicholas make any phone calls tonight?”
“He always makes a lot of phone calls,” Mandy replied smoothly, “I’m sorry about the porch light,” she added sheepishly. “I thought I heard a car, and it didn’t occur to me that it would be you so soon...”
Keena waved the apology off. “Where’s Nicholas?”
“Upstairs, I guess. I heard water running a minute or so ago.”
“Getting ready for bed, no doubt,” Keena growled, tossing her coat and purse onto a chair in the hall before she stalked up the staircase. “He is not getting away with this. I will not have my life controlled by that...that tyrant!”
Mandy only grinned as she went into her room.
Keena marched up the steps to the room Nicholas had commandeered and, without thinking, threw open the door and walked in.
The first thing that caught her eye was Nicholas. He was standing in front of his chest of drawers combing his dark, still-damp hair into place. The second thing that caught her eye was the fact that he didn’t have a stitch of clothing on his powerful, dark, hair-covered body.
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