“Myra?”

A tinge of guilt occupied his heart as he recognised the perfect figure of his girlfriend as she sat gracefully at the sofa. She was wearing a peach dress and in her hands lay a magazine. It was probably the first time Hart had ever seen his girlfriend so engrossed in reading.

She hadn’t heard him so he called her name a second time, louder this time. Myra almost jumped, amusing him.

“Why didn’t you call me?” He gently placed a hand on her lap. Myra shivered at his touch.

“You left your cell phone at home. I came to return it to you,” she spoke innocently.

“Since you’re...