That night, Emilia was pulling out an old sweater when a sharp knock sounded from her door. She groaned, pushing her hair back from her face.

“All right, all right!” she called out. “Hold on!”

Throwing on the sweater, she rushed to the door and pulled it open. She froze when she saw who was standing there.

Raymond.

For a split second, she forgot to breathe. Her eyes took him in—just the slightest frown on his face, and his broad shoulders were relaxed. His gaze drifted downward, lingering a little too long on her bare legs. Emilia’s cheeks flushed as she realized with a jolt of embarrassment that she was...