“I want to see her,” Benedict said

He stood in the center of her tiny sitting room, dark and brooding and thoroughly dominating.

 

“Where is she?” he demanded, looking around the room as if expecting to find Sammi tucked up on the sofa.

 

“Benedict,” Verity said in a soft, protective voice. “Sammi is sound asleep and she has school in the morning. If she is woken up in the middle of the night by a total...” She bit her lip and her words tailed off as she realized just what she had been about to say so tactlessly. And truthfully.

 

“Stranger?” he replied acidly.