Chapter 78 Don't Deny It

• Meanwhile, Theodore took his time removing his wet running shoes by the door and setting the tree carefully against the wall, all the while prepping. No, Sandra wasn't stupid, but neither was he. She watched him as he reached behind his neck and pulled off the damp hoodie, flinging it across the room.
• He sighed when he was done. "Are you ready to tell me why you're here?"
• She offered him a mock grin. "What sort of hospitality is that, big brother? Nice flowers, by the way." She jerked her jaw toward a dozen, colorful roses resting in a glass vase on the coffee table.