Chapter 22 Twenty-two

• Tuesday late evening, Becky quickly dried off her hands and dashed out of the kitchen to get the door.
• "Oh no," she muttered on opening the door. Colin stood there with his sleeves rolled up, showing off his muscular toned arms. His tie was loosened and he was looking every way disheveled. She had never seen him like that before. "I thought it's Betty," she scrawled up her face, wishing she had asked who it was before opening the door.
• "Hey," he whispered.