"Kathleen?" His voice carried through my apartment, deep and smooth, sending a shiver down my spine.
"You're ten minutes early! I'm not late—you’re the one who's early!" I scolded, frantically tossing random items into my suitcase.
After days of obsessing over what to pack for this trip—which he refused to give me any details about, other than bring something warm—I had procrastinated myself into a full-blown crisis. Now, here he was, standing in my apartment, ready to whisk me away, and I had nothing prepared.
His deliciously deep chuckle echoed through the room, and a second later, his large frame filled my bedroom doorway. I caught a glimpse of him from the corner of my eye as he leaned against the frame, crossing his arms over his broad chest, watching me with lazy amusement.
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