Chapter 62

Evelyn's mind raced for a moment before things became clear. She had probably overreacted. She had already closed the document screen, so Lucas hadn't seen any of Flying Seal Group's core project details. Still, her instincts told her that the way he had looked at her just now carried some unspoken emotion. She didn't dwell on it. She turned off the light and went to bed. As for Lucas, she assumed he wouldn't be coming back. ... She hadn't been asleep long when she heard the door open. Footsteps moved steadily across the room, unhurried. She blinked awake in the darkness, her eyes adjusting just in time to see a tall figure moving toward the other side of the bed. The mattress dipped slightly under his weight. Even with the space between them, she could still catch the faint, familiar scent of cedarwood—Lucas' scent—mixed with the warmth of his skin. It was a scent that was impossible to ignore. She froze. Lying on her side, her body went rigid, unmoving. Why hadn't he