"Business is good today!" Wyatt Roland smiled as he eyed the merchandise on the e-tricycle. "Xavier and I can help carry these upstairs for you."

"Thanks!" Jenna Roland replied cheerfully, hopping onto the vehicle to park it.

When she returned, the two men had already disappeared from the apartment entrance.

The elevator doors opened to reveal three neatly stacked packages waiting outside her door. Jenna exhaled in relief, amused by her own paranoia.

After storing the clothes inside, she dialed Ethan Roscente. "Just got home. Are you coming back for dinner?"

Receiving a negative answer, she moved to the kitchen to prepare noodles.

The clink of cutlery had just ceased when the front door lock turned. Ethan entered holding a bouquet of sunflowers, their golden petals still glistening with water droplets.

"Sunflowers again?" Jenna arched an eyebrow.

"They looked fresh at the florist," he replied, reaching for a vase. "I'll change the water."

She leaned against the kitchen doorway as he deftly trimmed the stems. "Any luck finding Sylvia?"

"Not yet." His fingers never paused. "Don't get your hopes up."

After arranging the flowers, Ethan headed straight for the bedroom. Jenna followed after cleaning up, only to find him unbuttoning his dress shirt.

"Ah!" She spun around, hands covering her eyes. "What are you doing undressing suddenly?"

"Changing clothes." Amusement colored his voice. "What else?"

"Can't you use the bathroom?" Her ears burned crimson.

Warmth pressed against her back. Ethan had closed the distance without sound, his hands settling on her shoulders.

"Help! Pervert!" Jenna shrieked, attempting to flee, but his arms caged her effortlessly.

"Who's the pervert?" His tone turned dangerous.

"The one stripping naked!" She kept her eyes squeezed shut.

Her palm was suddenly guided against firm, heated skin. Ethan chuckled darkly. "Want to feel?"

Fingertips encountered defined ridges. Jenna peeked through one eyelid.

Pale skin stretched over eight sculpted abdominal muscles, his chest carved with perfect definition. Her hands flew to her mouth. "You actually have muscles?"

The biceps flexing as he moved explained how he'd carried her heavy packages with ease. Against her will, Jenna's gaze lingered for another appreciative sweep.