บท 615: Under The Rug

Gabe Frost was a lethal man, Autumn thought as she watched him clear the table. Living with him, she might just lose her sanity. He'd been teasing her relentlessly, keeping her perpetually on edge. Throughout breakfast, he'd casually taken her hand or brushed the back of it, each touch sending a jolt through her. It was like he'd set his sights on her and she was a prey that he meant to devour.

Even as she was lost in his thoughts, she suddenly felt him brush against her and jolted. There it was, the butterfly kind of touch, that made her unsure if he was deliberately teasing her or it was just an accidental touch. Her musings were broken by the ringing of the doorbell and she thanked the heavens for saving her again.

Gabe moved to answer the door, and Autumn let out a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. She watched as he opened the door to reveal an officer standing on the other side.

"Mr. Frost?" the officer asked, his expression serious.