Chapter 17

• Kiara didn’t know how to feel when she opened the door to see Devon, and he wasn’t shirtless. She gulped and folded her hands over her chest as if to wedge the disappointment inside her from seeping out.
• “What are you doing here? Isn’t it too late for you to be here?”
• Devon’s eyes slowly trailed down her body as if taking her in. She was fully dressed earlier, but now she was just putting on a silky nightdress, and it maddened him. The thought of Marcos ever having to see her in that way fired a certain rage in him, and without meaning to he let out a low growl. “You shouldn’t be putting that on to open your door.”