That evening, Timothy York returned to Stillwater unusually early, around ten o'clock.
The elevator doors slid open, and once again, he saw the woman waiting at his door.
The apartment had direct elevator access, making the front door essentially obsolete. You could step out of the elevator and be right inside.
And yet, every single time, she just waited at the entrance.
'So incredibly proper.'
Upon seeing him, Summer Thorne got to her feet, greeted him with a smile, and followed him inside.
...
Summer Thorne had so many questions she wanted to ask him, but in the end, she didn't voice a single one.
'She was afraid asking would only complicate matters.'
From the very beginning, Timothy York had been an enigma to her.
Even now, after their many nights together, when they should have been familiar with one another, Summer Thorne still had no idea what kind of person he truly was.
The only thing she could be certain of was his continued interest in her body.
