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

it really a

Sabrina inquired, her brows knit in concern as she placed

possible for me to spend the night in the guest room,

refusal was

of Bettie discovering such an arrangement was

could vividly picture the disappointment that would cloud Bettie’s

brief moment but he halted his words

viable option remaining was to share a bed,

the onset of an irksome headache, extracted a duvet

she declared, positioning a

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