"Okay."
Only after Aiden Shaw had left did Zachary Redgrave start chattering away. "So, Laura Lowell, what's the deal with you two?"
"What do you mean, 'what's the deal'?"
Laura Lowell spoke as she walked toward the bedroom, Aiden Shaw's overcoat draped loosely over her frame like a stage robe—huge and long.
"So, you're telling me that last night, while Hannah Hale and I were wasted, you two snuck off for a night of passion?"
"You nephew of a scumbag, which one of your eyes saw us do *that*? Are you asking for a beating?"
Laura Lowell stopped in her tracks so suddenly that Zachary Redgrave almost crashed right into her.
"If nothing happened, then why are you dressed like that? And why would you run over to Dr. Shaw's place in the middle of the night instead of sleeping in your own home?"
