Mika Summers saw Tristan Grayson's dark, murderous expression.
But she had to bite the bullet and keep up the act. "Right, right, he's my roommate. We're renting this place together, so that makes him my roommate. Stop asking so many questions. You've been on a plane for so long, you must be dead tired. Go wash up and get to bed early."
'Renting together? A roommate?' The words echoed in Archie Summers's mind. No matter how exhausted he was, he was wide awake now.
'His own little sister is living under the same roof as another man. How could he not be worried?'
'Of course he was worried. Besides, seeing the way his sister's gaze kept shifting, his years of experience in the dating world told him something was definitely going on between those two!'
'There was no way it was as simple as a roommate arrangement.'
'His sister was such a blockhead. If someone sold her, she'd probably thank them and happily count the cash.'
