Agreeing to what the Duke suggested was a no-brainer. Somehow, she could sleep in peace. Yes, there was still this fear that he might crawl and fondle her breast or whatsoever. At least when he does, she could have the frying pan she borrowed from the kitchen.
Paying a silver coin was an investment for her safety.
"Were you comfortable there?"
"Why did you ask? You want me to crawl up and spoon you?
She shook her head.
Kent assured Maxine that the sleeping bed on the sofa was comfortable enough.
They exchanged goodnights before Maxine tucked herself.
She put layers of clothing and blanket, yet the coldness of the blizzard crept its way on her skin.
How were her friends? Were they able to find shelter before the blizzard hit?
She shook her head, convincing herself to erase
