Bridget stood frozen by the door for a moment, fighting to keep her breath steady as the silence settled.
“No, don’t let him see you rattled,” she reminded herself. The last thing she expected was to walk into her own house and see Seth Johnson seated, waiting for her.
“What the hell? Are you trying to give me a heart attack or something? How did you even get in here?” she snapped, her voice sharp, though she couldn't hide the slight tremor in her tone.
Seth didn’t seem fazed by her outburst. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying the show.
A familiar smirk spread across his face. “Don't worry about how I got in, I have my ways. Did I scare you?” he asked.
“Obviously, but I’m sure that was your plan in the first place,” she replied, straightening her posture to hide her nerves. Her real
