Stephen watched her arrival with a faint smirk, as though her appearance had been entirely predictable. "Oh? Missing me?" he drawled lazily. "How much do you miss me?"
Summer hadn't expected Stephen to ask this and was momentarily taken aback.
Stephen had already pried Summer's arms away and tossed them aside. "If you can't say it, leave."
Summer bit her lip, shifted to hugging Stephen's waist, and said coquettishly, "I miss you so much. Why else would I have sent you those photos?"
Summer knew how to play this game; her calculated seduction had seldom failed her before. But Stephen's eyes only darkened with contempt. "Let's skip the act," he cut in. "What do you want?"
"No, I just missed you," Summer murmured softly.
"You sneaked in without an invitation. I think it's more appropria
