“You and Casey need to get together. She more or less threw me at David last time he came.” “And he’s back again. You must have made a good impression.” “Goodnight, Meredith.” “Just don’t write him a letter. I might get jealous.” “I’ve asked you to forget the letter. I understand it’s a source of amusement for you, but it’s the opposite for me.” He moved toward the door. “You’re wrong, Sabrina; I find nothing amusing about that letter. Thanks for getting the package.” What had Meredith meant by that? If he didn’t find it amusing, what did he think about the letter? With a shrug, she grabbed the key to David’s room. He met her there within a few minutes. His eyes roamed over the room before coming back to where she stood by the window. “I see the bed is bigger in this room.” For no reason she could think of, Sabrina blushed.
