CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
“Did you enjoy dinner?” Shad escorted Osana into his dimly lit living room that night.
“Did I?” She patted her stomach as she walked across the black and white tile. “I eat so good when you’re around. Loved the chocolate liqueur soufflé for dessert.”
“I’m glad.” He stood wide-legged in the doorway, rubbing his palms together. “Hold on.” He left the room.
“What in the world is he up to?”
She always loved white rooms because no matter what disarray the room was in, white always made it appear clean. Shad’s living room was as neat as every other pristine room in his Victorian-style mansion.
She strolled around the large room, checking out the fancy wall lamps and Italian furniture. She ran her hands down the soft fabric of the white chairs across from the matching couc
