Evanna sat on the bed, now attired in a sky-blue silk night gown. With her daughter’s pleading, she had no choice but to allow Trent into their home ‘for the night’. And it was a good thing that he had offered to sleep on the sofa. Hmph, if he hadn’t, she would have asked him to just sleep on the floor!

A knock on the door tugged her musings back to reality, and she rose, heading to open the door. Unsurprisingly, it was Trent.

“What is it?” she asked with a frown, arms ...