Chapter SeventeenArama opened the front door in a tee shirt and jeans. Even dressed casually, his clothing overlaid his sculpted muscles with precision. He appeared wide awake and refreshed. His damp hair revealed he’d just come from the shower. Lara knew that anyway. She’d watched him go for a run and return home. She waited for the water to stop running next door before descending to the street and knocking on his door. “Am I disturbing you?” she asked. He winced, standing back from the door to invite her inside without speaking.
His lounge lay to the left and Lara followed him, finding a mirror image of Catharine’s house. Arama’s furnishings were black and chrome, a masculine bachelor pad for the free and single. “Drink?” he offered, peering out from beneath his fringe. Lara nodded, fo
