Chapter 5A small, weak voice, barely audible, came from the other side of the door. “Honey? Are you in there?”
He gathered up the loose pictures and documents and shoved them back into the blue file. His upper lip curled back as he spoke in a silky tone. “Hold on a minute.” Anger filled his whole being as he stood and strode to the door with a glare. Even at 3:00 a.m. she wouldn't leave him alone. Why wasn't she sleeping? Her cloying and possessiveness of late tested his patience.
The loud click of the lock as it snapped open echoed throughout the room. He opened the door to a petite woman wearing a pair of oversized flannel pajamas, and a hair net over her head. Rose doesn't have a sexy bone in her body.
“What are you doing in there at this time of night?” she asked.
He forced a smile
