"Where were you?" A deep, velvety voice caught her off guard. Startled, she spun towards the sound, only to find herself face to face with him again.
There he sat on the couch exuding an undeniable aura of power and allure.
Emma's throat grew parched, her fingers anxiously gripping the fabric of her dress as a surge of fear and shame washed over her.
She had believed, naively, that she would make it home before him but fate was not on her side.
"I asked you something, Emmeline Smith," he repeated, giving an extended pause on the word, Smith as though asserting she was his to command.
Kevin's words cut through the relentless stream of questions swirling in her mind, his sharp tone enough to convey his seething rage.
"I was at the hospital," her voice came out as a whisper, barely audible while her slightly puffy eyes refused to look into his ocean-deep ones that were giving her all the attention she dreaded.
The shame was too obvious to let go. He had seen her naked. He had done di
