Everything was happening too fast, so fast that Louis Sutton couldn't keep up.
His mind was reeling with questions.
On top of everything else, his biggest question now was—
'Summer Thorne didn't introduce herself on the phone, nor did she give her address, did she?'
'How did Timothy York find his way here?'
Inside, Summer Thorne saw that Louis Sutton hadn't moved since opening the door, and she couldn't help but stand up.
As she rose, she looked past Louis Sutton's shoulder and saw Timothy York standing outside.
Her heart seized when she met his dark, heavy gaze.
'Ivan Gray said he'd send someone to handle it, but who could have imagined that the person to arrive would be Timothy York himself?'
At the same time, Timothy York, still standing outside, spoke. "Is it convenient for me to come in?"
To Louis Sutton, the question sounded rude. The man's sense of superiority was practically oozing from him.
