Vengeful Vows. Yvonne Lindsay

like that.”

      They both stood and Peyton took their empty glasses to the kitchen.

      “Leave it,” he said, following her. “We do have staff.”

      “I know, but I’ll never get used to people picking up after me. It was drilled into me from an early age to take responsibility for myself. It stuck.”

      She rinsed the glasses and put them in the dishwasher.

      “Good night,” she said as she straightened from the dishwasher and started to leave the kitchen.

      “Yeah, see you in the morning.”

      As she passed close by him, she caught the faint scent of his cologne and felt her body react to it. That all-too-familiar tingling in her muscles. The hyperawareness of his proximity. All she had to do was stop in her tracks and turn and face him and she had no doubt he’d do the rest. Instead, she kept walking until she reached her room. Her heart pounded in her chest as she closed the door and leaned against it, trying to understand his effect on her. He was just a man, right?

      Peyton pushed away from the door and got ready for bed with the words Yeah, right echoing in the back of her mind.