Yancy Hastings immobilized Fiona Sutton with one hand, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes glaring.
"Behave."
Unfazed by his cold reprimand, Fiona kept kicking.
"Fiona!"
Yancy felt a throbbing headache. He truly regretted his decision to pick her up on a whim.
"You good-for-nothing jerk, I'll fight you!"
"You're exposed."
"Ah!"
Suddenly, Fiona grabbed the blanket to cover herself, eyeing him warily.
Yancy casually tossed aside the towel he'd used to dry his hair.
"Last night, you got drunk and vomited everywhere. Was I supposed to let you sleep in a pile of filth with your clothes on?"
He picked up her freshly laundered Camouflage Suit piece by piece, turning to look at Fiona who was now sitting on the bed.
"Don't go drinking wine alone in places like bars. You might end up sleeping with someone and not even know it."
After speaking, he gathered the clothes and headed towards the bathroom.
Now alone in the empty room, Fiona grabbed her cell phone from the bedside table.
