Chapter Sixteen
Tessa’s doorbell blared its obnoxious noise until it woke her. “Sleeping in” was cut short. Glancing at the clock it was ten a.m.. She pulled herself from bed and threw a robe around her, dashing out of the room. The bell still buzzed offensively, and it did so until she finally opened the door.
With a broad smile and fitful laughing, Martine pushed her way past Tessa, with Miles and Vincent trailing.
“Why didn’t you use your key?” was on the tip of Tessa’s tongue to say, but she was too surprised by the men to speak at all.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“Why I’d think you’d have that all figured out,” Miles said, cheerfully. His mood was one hundred and eighty degrees opposite what it had been two nights before, when he’d left her at the elevator. His quick changes
