Chapter 111 A Crack In The Wall

• On cue, the kettle whistled. She went to the stove, poured herself a mug of green tea, then took it into the living room where she sat on the Turkish rug in front of the coffee table. Gray was examining a set of jade figures on the rosewood shelves. There was something erotically unsettling about such a dark, masculine figure in her bright, feminine living room.
• He pointed at them. "May I?"
• She nodded.