Marissa suddenly felt so naked in her towel that her hands unconsciously went to the edge of the towel, and she re-cinched it again. The fact that Bernard’s gaze followed her movement and the little smile that curved his lips at that did nothing to steady her composure.

“Something is different with him,” she thought.

“What is wrong?” She asked after a while since it seemed he was not going to say anything as he merely stood there watching her while rubbing his hand on his jaw.

“Oh, whatever could be wrong? I am merely here to visit my wife or my almost wife.” He looked at her suddenly and...