Vexed, he hit the dimmer switch. Accent lights flushed over the nearly nude image. Standing in the doorway, he yearned to enter the room. If he did, he’d learn more about her. But if he did, he’d be invading her privacy.
His eyes trained the room. A treadmill, stationary bike, weight machine, and television anchored the corners. A drawing board sat in the space that cantilevered past the exterior wall. Ben’s artwork hung on its sidewalls and drawing supplies lined the edge of the tabletop.
He wondered what he’d done to cause her to get a rash, why she’d removed Ben’s hand from the keyless entry pad, and why she’d wanted every outside light on in this safe neighborhood. Jon had warned him to take it slow. Now he yearned to know why.
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