Curse that Frank Mitchell! He solemnly swore to her that everything would be foolproof, and now look. He let the maniac live and return!
That night, Amelia Shaw was sleepless until daybreak.
Sophie Sullivan slept until after ten o'clock in the morning.
She opened her eyes and saw Thomas Shannon still lying next to her. She reached out and pushed him. "Why haven't you left yet?"
Thomas Shannon lifted his eyelids, his voice lazy and hoarse from just waking up. "This is my bedroom. My bed."
Sophie Sullivan closed her eyes again, muttering, "Take your hand off. It's so heavy."
Thomas Shannon suddenly pulled her delicate body into his embrace. "Dare to dislike me, huh?"
Sophie Sullivan was unbearably hot. She opened her eyes and glared at him. "Do we really have to sleep holding each other? Don't you feel hot?"
"I don't."
The man held her matter-of-factly, showing no intention of letting go.
