Kyle thought he could go for another hour cooped up in the guestroom after taking a shower, but it proved difficult to ignore the smell of freshly brewed coffee and a combination of different food aromas, not to miss the angry growls of his stomach. His forehead creased as the door to his room opened, and he turned around to be welcome by Sasha’s horrified face as she quickly backed away and shut the door. Kyle sighed, continuing to button up the sleeves of his white shirt. He had no change of clothes, but luckily for him, the washing machines and dryer in this house, as old-fashioned as they were, still worked. He had handwashed his clothes and left them in the dryer while he showered. Perks of living a bachelor life even while he was married, he could do anything for himself from doi

