The front door bangs open without warning.
"Darien," the newcomer announces, "you owe me big for making me walk all the way from the mansion to this… what do you even call this, a kennel? A doghouse? Certainly not worthy of my heels."
Did she just call this freaking huge bungalow a doghouse? Heidi can't believe her ears.
Daphne's voice is smooth, the kind of tone that makes people turn their heads before they even see her face. Heidi's eyes dart toward the door… and then widen as Daphne comes into view.
Tall, gorgeous, radiating that terrifying effortless aura some women carry like a weapon—yes, that's Daphne. She steps into the room as though the whole bungalow has been built simply to frame her entrance.
Darien, of course, just has that nonchalant knit of his brows. "Good morning to you too, Daphne."
