Chapter 96 The Romance

By the time she pulled into her driveway, she’d figured only one thing out—the questions were too complex to resolve during a drive home, especially with her nerves shot and her body craving sleep. The rest of the day would be quiet and calming, she promised herself as she trudged upstairs. Her heart leaped into her throat when the front door suddenly swung open and she confronted a lean, muscular chest encased in a dark blue T-shirt. A quick tilt of her head brought Ian’s amused face into view.

He stepped out onto the landing. “Hey, Anaisse . How’s the patient?”

Dazed by his presence, she traded places with him. “Fine. Um, resting comfortably. Is Annabelle okay?”

His grin stretched into a wry smile. “She’s a little pissed. Probably my fault. Don’t worry though, she’ll level out once she realizes I’m right and stops fighting the inevitable.” He jogged down the stairs, calling, “See you later.”

“Later,” Anaisse parroted, still bemused by his presence and his strange, cocky pronouncemen