The next morning, Floyd was dressing, donning something different than what he'd arrived in the day before. Lucielle was in the shower, and he yearned to join her, having an overwhelming urge to pin her against the shower wall and make love to her until she forgot anything other than the feel of him enveloping her.
He never wanted to leave her side, irritation surging within him whenever he had to depart.
Floyd briefly wondered if he should tell Lucielle that he'd made a copy of her house key and had entered one day while she'd been volunteering at the animal shelter.
He'd quietly stored several changes of clothing, not wanting to startle the lass with his domestic-like actions, and had also installed a security camera into the light fixture in the entryway.
No angle that would be too
