Lexi finished her coffee and pulled her robe closer to her when a chill ran through her body. She curled deeper in the big chair.
She jumped when the doorbell rang. Who could that be? Maybe Monica forgot something?
As she walked toward the door, the bell chimed again. She peeked through the peephole. OMG! Luke. Standing outside her door. What did he want? She jumped back from the door.
Her trembling hands reached for the doorknob but didn't turn it. Instead, she leaned against the door and studied him through the peephole again. Such a handsome face, and those beautiful blue eyes staring back at her. He stood tall with his jacket slung over his shoulder covering his shoulder weapon; his broad shoulders almost as wide as the doorframe. She wanted to touch him, to smell his manly scent one more time.
"I know you're home, Lexi. All I want to do is talk and make sure you're okay. Please open the door for me," Luke pleaded, looking directly at her.