Chapter: 1690

Cliff pressed Laney against the mirror, his voice low. “You're not even dressed, and you're inviting him in?"

The hairdryer hummed loudly, yet Cliff's voice cut through even more sharply to Laney.

Unable to withstand his intense gaze, Laney argued, "I can do whatever I want, Cliff. Let me go."

Cliff's gaze narrowed, his tone shifting suddenly. “He hasn't touched you, has he, Laney?"

Laney chose to remain silent.