Chapter 158: A Rival?

Fabian Farrell peered through the peephole at a slick-haired, over-groomed man and felt a prickle of doubt. Was this guy one of Stella Higgins's suitors? Relieved it wasn't a hitman at the door, he relaxed, and a mischievous streak stirred. "Just the flower delivery guy," Fabian said offhandedly, then wandered back to the bedroom and flopped onto the soft, wide bed. At the mention of flowers, Stella's shoulders tensed. She glanced at Fabian, and when he didn't look angry, she let out a breath of...