Pushing open the bedroom door, Zachary Redgrave tossed Hannah Hale onto the bed and immediately came back out.
"Uncle, I have something to take care of, so I'm heading out. I'll leave her to you."
Zachary Redgrave was creating an opportunity for them. Since the girl had so blindly fallen for his uncle, he felt he had to help out.
Nathan Redgrave stood beside the bed, his impenetrable eyes betraying no emotion. The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Hannah Hale was sound asleep. Her face, flushed from the alcohol, looked lovely and alluring under the warm, orange-hued light.
Nathan Redgrave stood there for a few minutes before leaning down to take off Hannah's shoes. He pulled the covers over her, then went to his own room.
.....
The next morning, Hannah Hale sat up in bed, rubbing her splitting headache. A look around confirmed she was in her room at Nathan Redgrave's place.
As for how she had gotten back last night, she'd drunk until she'd blacked out.
