At the door, Mia Grant opened it. "Just put it in the livi—"
Before she could finish, her eyes widened. "Huh? What are you doing here?"
In the hallway, the man smiled and reached out. Taking advantage of her surprise, he slipped his hand under her collar, his icy fingers pressing against the smooth skin of her back.
"Hiss! Yates Donovan!"
She cursed.
His prank a success, Yates Donovan dodged her swatting hand and ducked into the room.
As the door closed, Mia Grant went after him.
Yates Donovan placed the bag he was carrying on a table, then surveyed the items on the coffee table and the floor, his brow furrowing in distaste.
"This is all you're eating?"
"If I hadn't come, were you planning on starving to death?"
It was all junk food.
"No, I ordered food. It should be here soon."
Yates Donovan shoved aside the snacks scattered on the sofa and found a place to sit.
"I brought you some food. It's still hot."
