Chapter Twelve
Confrontation
At 6:00am the following morning, when the day was still new and dark around the edges, Daniel stood in Lisle’s bedroom doorway, just watching her, as if he hoped that viewing the sleeping girl would inspire him. Whether she was already awakening or his mere presence caused her to rouse from sleep and suddenly sit upright he couldn’t say. Already the energy between them was agitated and spiked with lust. She looked uncertain and fearful—as well she should. Did she suspect where the conversation would start? He had a strong feeling she did.
“I spent some time on Brauer’s computer last night,” he announced, making every effort to sound calm and rational, while inside his anger was brewing fitfully. “You hadn’t told me that you pick locks, too.”
Her eyes widene
