Vaughn breathed out heftily.
“What are you talking about? I didn’t dream about Shaina,” he denied. The dream was still vivid in his head nonetheless.
Wallace’s facial expression did not change. The phantom did not believe him one teeny bit.
“What was your dream about my wife?” he questioned.
“Your widow, d*mn it! Get used to it. You’re already dead! And don’t talk to me!” Vaughn got out of his bed and went straight to the bathroom to take a shower. He removed his undergarment, threw it in the laundry basket near the sink and stepped inside the shower stall.
The lukewarm water pelted down from the shower head, massaging his tensed muscles. He closed his eyes and let the water hit his head and body.
Why did I dream of her? Is there a meaning to it?
He could not forget her pretty face
