Gal held her pose for three more seconds. Then, a sly, almost imperceptible smile touched the corners of her lips.
The heavy oak door groaned open, admitting a gust of cool night air and the scent of rain. A silhouette filled the frame—tall, broad-shouldered, carrying a leather duffel bag. He didn't look at the hallway or the kitchen. His eyes went straight to the living room, straight to the chaise. Twistys.24.08.03.Gal.Ritchie.What.A.Doll.XXX.10...