Annabel’s POV
I watched Daniel open the door as Stephanie walked through the doorway, her shoulders squared, chin lifted as though the house had been built just in her name.
Her gaze swept across the room, searching for something I couldn't place my head on.
Daniel stood in her way with his hands buried inside his pockets, obviously telling her that she wasn’t welcome, without a word.
“Dan, what’s wrong? Are you still fighting with me?” A smirk tugged at her lips as she took a few steps, closing the space between them.
She traced a lazy finger on Daniel’s chest. “I know you are mad at me, but I'm here to make everything right.” Her hand drew down to his waistline, sliding lower until it brushed against his length.
Daniel held her hand, making Stephanie recoil, but she did not stop.
