Milk and bread truly made the perfect pair! Walking out of the kitchen, Shalma Hughes reached out a hand, feeling her way forward slowly in the dark. She paused, wondering why the object she just brushed against felt somewhat soft and warm. Startled, she hastily jerked her hand back and retreated several steps.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," Shalma said. She couldn't make out his face. He was swallowed by the darkness, seemingly melting into the shadows. At that moment, she sensed a dangerous aura radiating from him. She needed to get out of there as quickly as possible.
He didn't answer.
By the pale moonlight streaming through the window, Shalma saw he was still wearing a pair of crisp dress pants and handmade leather shoes polished to a mirror shine as he slowly approached her. Her heart suddenly skipped a beat.
