“Where are my purse and sunglasses? Shane, did you see them?”

“You put them on the living room table a few minutes ago.”

Cammila grimaced softly. Shane stared at her resentfully by the door, his arms folded in front of his chest. Had they not been in such a rush, Cammila would have happily admired Shane's impossibly perfect appearance. A white polo shirt, knee-length shorts, and sunglasses perched on his nose were a deadly combination. Cammila was surprised because Shane didn't look any ...