She swallowed hard, the spicy-sweet scent triggering an image that changed her fright to anger. Ketchup. In her mind she saw Jason Wheeler mopping up his plate with a triangle of bread. Bringing her fingers close to her nose, she sniffed. Yes, it was definitely ketchup. With a savage twist she tu...
That's what it was. Who would bring her roses? Not to mention sneaking into the house to leave them. A florist would have left them on the back step.No, maybe not. She pulled at her earlobe. The open door could have seemed like an invitation. Who knew what people did here? Maybe they were so at h...