Chapter Twenty-Four
The front door bell was ringing again. “I’m coming,” Sean shouted as he wrapped a towel around his waist after climbing out of the shower. The doorbell rang insistently a third time. “Geez, can’t a man even enjoy a shower?” Sean muttered as he hurried down the stairs with the towel hanging low on his hips, running another over his dripping hair. When he pulled open the door, he saw her.
Her back was to him. She’d cut her hair, all those long waves gone, and then she turned around. She was even more beautiful than he remembered, standing there in her black fall coat, and he had to fight the urge to touch her.
“Annie.” His throat jammed as he stared into the blueness of her eyes. Then he noticed the tiny faint lines around her eyes and mouth that hadn’t been there befo
