Suddenly, a CREAK broke the silence of the room, followed by the sound of a wheelchair rolling, and then a man's footsteps...
She quickly shut her eyes and felt the man's large hand wrap around her, placing a light, fleeting kiss on her forehead.
The man's familiar scent washed over her, mingled with the smell of alcohol and another woman's perfume.
The warmth that had touched her heart instantly turned to ice. He really had gone to see Sylvia Young.
'Sigh, just great.'
Yuri Sinclair held her for a moment before heading to the bathroom to shower.
Ashley Bowen's mind was filled with sorrowful thoughts. She didn't notice the sound of the man's unhindered footsteps, failing to register at all that he could walk.
The night was silent, the moonlight cold and clear.
Her eyelids finally grew heavy. She closed her eyes, not managing to stay awake for him to return from his shower.
