258 CH 257: Night Two: (Hot)Dog Food

"Richard, I'm on vacation," Ambryan explained into his mobile phone.

He stepped out of the bathroom, a towel in his hand and using it to dry his hair. He was back to wearing a robe—a different one from last night. His violet eyes automatically scanned the room in search of his girlfriend. 

One elbow propped on the duvet, her damp red hair flowed over her shoulders as Eve lied on her stomach on the bed. She had changed into brand new pajamas that Nanzie bought on her behalf. Its pink color reminded him of a strawberry milkshake.

Richard frowned in his home office. "Since when did you take vacations?"

He paced in a straight line with one hand on his hip while the other held the phone to his ear. His curly bronze hair had been freshly cut and shaved on the sides. It made him look a bit more rugged than youthful.