She rubbed her fingertips together and glanced furtively toward Silas Thornton in the bathroom. Moving quickly, she squatted down, plucked two hairs from the stool, tucked them into her pocket, and shot back up.
Silas Thornton didn't notice a thing. He was too busy in the bathroom, diligently washing the small towel.
Holly Wyatt stood up. Pinching the two hairs in her pocket, she walked happily toward the door.
The gifts Silas Thornton had brought were still piled by the door, waiting to be dealt with.
Holly Wyatt stood at the entrance, leaning against the doorframe. She put a hand to her forehead, staring with a pained expression at the gifts that filled the only available space. Then, she lifted her gaze to the top of the stairs.
Quinn Zeller and two men behind him were each carrying gift boxes nearly half a person tall, their faces completely hidden.
