But not before his voice cuts through the silent house. “Sugar, there’s a spare bedroom upstairs on the left.” I have never wanted to keel over and die as badly as I do right now. Of course, he’d figure out I was here. He probably heard me breathing. I’m startled enough that I shoot up and watch him walk away, round ass bunching with every step. “And if you want to see me up close, just knock on the door across the hall and ask.” And I officially want to die even more than I did a few seconds ago.
