Dark looked suspicious already. Blond locks slipped over his forehead at naningkit ang mga mata nito, mukhang hini ito naniniwala sa kabaitan niya ngayon. Guilt squirmed within, but she ignored the emotion.
"Hi." Umikot ang tingin nito sa loob ng bahay at pigil ang hininga ni Deniah. "What's going on?"
"Nothing. Magluluto na sana ako ng dinner. Unless gusto mo nang umakyat sa kwarto mo at matulog."
One brow shot up at her hopeful tone. "It’s six o'clock."
"Right. Well, I bet you have a lot of work to do, huh?
Hatiran na lang kita ng pagkain sa office mo kung gusto mo."
Now, he looked plain irritated. "Ang dami kong ginawa ngayong araw. I want to relax with a glass of wine and watch the ball game."
"Are the Mets on?"
"Don't know. Pero sure ako na may laro ang Yanks."
She squirmed
