Chapter Six
“Kate,” Nathan roared. The commanding man looked for clothes he couldn’t find in the massive wardrobe in his room. “Kate,” he yelled again, his voice loud enough to wake the dead.
“Sir?” A young willowy woman came padding down the hall.
“Where the hell are my clothes!” he demanded to know.
“I was going to bring them upstairs for you, after you left your room,” she answered.
“How the hell am I supposed to leave the house when there are no clothes to wear?”
“I’m sorry, sir, I guess I forgot.”
“My dear,” he started, exasperated. “You go downstairs, I’ll scare something up. Then we’ll talk.” His eyes narrowed, his hot exasperation turning cold.
Kate stared at him nervously. She was blushing, thinking his anger as fierce as she’d ever seen it.
“Downstairs!” he ordered her.
