Alex shut the front door behind him and toed off his shoes, and three heads turned toward him at once.
Rose stood nearest, one hand planted on her hip, her chin tipped up, her foot tapping.
While Janeth paced the length of the hallway with her hair swinging over her shoulder.
Leila waited at the foot of the stair with her arms folded under her huge breasts, the soft weight of them pushed up against her tight dress, her slippers tapping against the tiles.
"Look who finally remembered where he lives." Rose's smile was sweet, and her eyes weren't.
"I had some business to take care of." He dropped the keys into the bowl by the door. "It ran late."
"Business." Janeth stopped mid-step, one hand flat against her chest. "This late? Not one message." Her impatience eased. Her eyes went softer and gentle as she looked at him, as she cleared her throat and tucked her hair behind her ear.
