CHAPTER TWENTY
CeCe let go of Linda’s hand when they got to his bedroom. “Come on.” He gave her a conning underlook as he opened the door. “You aren’t afraid of me, are you?”
“No.” She took a deep breath, knees knocking. “It’s just late and maybe we can do this another time.”
“Nonsense, you’re here now.” He widened the door to the darkened room.
Linda held her breath as she followed him inside.
The room fit his unpredictable personality. The dark, wood furniture reminded her of the calm demeanor CeCe showed yet the bold, purple walls surprised her, perhaps signifying the danger he hid underneath.
“Well?” His bare feet sunk into the brown carpet. “You like it?”
The room smelled of cinnamon and she guessed it were the candles.
“The room reminds me of you.”
He leaned back on the trad
