He stood with an elbow leaned against the doorframe. As she swung open the door, their eyes locked and Anne's immediate instinct was to retreat back inside and shut the door on his face the minute she saw him standing there.
Why was he here?
She hadn't prepared herself to see him yet!
Her heart raced anxiously.
She couldn't stop the deep red that painted her face in that instant and for some reason a rare yet devious looking smile made it's way to his sinfully handsome face.
Those same lips, she remembered had kissed her so fervently that she...
She mentally stomped on the thought, for the thousandth time willing those recollections from coming back to her again.
"I said I was waiting for you." He suddenly began, his deep voice reminding her of soft whispers from the night before, "Waiting means I won't be leaving without you, grandfather won't have it if we came separately."
