Vincent helped her sit on the mattress before moving back and hovering over her with his hands on his hips. “Now, stay here. Do not. I repeat. Do not move.”
Claire frowned. “Wait. Why can’t I move?” That made little sense to her.
“Because I need to leave for work, and it’s impossible to keep an eye on you when you’re running all over the place. You’re so accident-prone, Claire. I’m amazed you don’t have a Guinness World Record on your name yet.” With another iconic roll of his eyes, he moved back to the walk-in closet and came out only when he had changed into a pair of black slacks and a blue shirt.
“I need a phone.”
Startled to find himself face to face with the devil’s incarnation herself, Vincent huffed out. “Fine.” Taking a step to the side, he simply walked past her.
But she was
