The smell of fresh coffee and pancakes drifting from Thom's kitchen promised nothing but yumminess as Ava, her bared feet barely making a sound, walked across the cold floor of the entrance hall.
“Good morning,” she said as she padded through the door.
“Holy s**t, woman,” Sophie said, her hand flying to her chest. “Has anyone ever told you that you’d make the perfect bloody burglar? Damn near jumped out of my skin.”
“I’m not sure tiptoeing around in your boyfriend's shirt, counts ad burglary but remind me to add master burglar to the skills section on my curriculum vitae, just in case,” Ava, laughed.
Things had started to feel less tense in the DuPont mansion as the months since the dinner date had passed. Ava had noticed Sophie seemed a lot more comfortable with seeing her and Thom t
