Stella walked across the driveway to Bennett Orloff’s door. She felt the rare Seattle sun on her shoulders. A light breeze tousled her unruly blonde curls. The soft cotton skirt she’d chosen to wear kissed her thighs as she took confident steps forward. She wore the open toed designer pumps that caressed her feet like warm butter on bread. They were a gift from Bennett. And a reminder of how he made her feel like a princess.
Stella knocked on the door. Expecting either Bennett or Dana to answer it she was surprised to see a young man open it instead.
“Hello.” She stammered. She was looking at a mini-Bennett. The same steely blue eyes, broad muscular shoulders and smoldering good looks. Only much younger, and about a foot shorter. Bennett’s teenaged twin?
“You must be Stella.” The young man quipped. He stepped back, giving Stella room to enter.
Bennet got up quickly from the sofa, came to her with outstretched hands. His stormy eyes searched her face for clues of her decision.