Chapter 77: Preaparations

It was the first time Annie had ever sneaked a look at a man changing, and the man happened to be Oliver.  She did not know why, but her legs suddenly went weak, like jelly. By the time she tried to slip back toward the door, it was already too late. Oliver turned his head. Their gazes locked for a heartbeat. Annie gripped the doorframe, caught between going in and backing out, stuck in the most awkward spot imaginable. "What are you doing here?" Oliver lifted a brow. "I'm here to pick you...