Delilah sighed deeply as she pulled into the parking of her apartment, she was feeling both physically exhausted from the long day at work and weary from her conversation with Jessica.
She grabbed her handbag and stepped out of the car, anticipating the solitude of her room to unwind.
But as she opened the front door, she froze. The faint, tantalizing aroma of food wafted through the air, reminding her that she no longer lived alone and her father lived with her now.
Her brows furrowed. Why did he like to put himself through such unnecessary rest when he should be getting rest or doing something fun? She mused as she pushed the door open.
The house was alive with laughter. Male laughter. Familiar voices spilled out from the kitchen.
Hunter? He was home yet he didn't bother to call her all day? She thought with a scowl.
