"Oh, sorry..."
She quickly moved aside to let them carry the things inside, her heart a chaotic mess.
'Could it be... that I really was too quick to believe Sean Donovan and misunderstood him? Otherwise, if he were truly just trying to win me back for revenge, why would he be so considerate?'
Just as the movers finished bringing everything inside, Julian Donovan appeared at the top of the stairs, casually holding Joy. Naomi Shaw glanced at him. He'd climbed ten floors without even looking flushed or out of breath. His stamina was truly impressive. She paid the movers, then stepped forward to take Joy from his arms. "Thanks!"
He closed the door and came inside, saying with dissatisfaction, "Just a verbal 'thanks' isn't very sincere, is it?"
"Then what do you want?"
As Naomi asked, she set Joy down on the sofa, took off her coat, and prepared to start unpacking. Julian walked over, sat down on the sofa himself, and watched her with a smile. "You know what I want..."
