Richard Shaw felt as though he'd been taken advantage of by an eighteen-year-old girl who wasn't even an adult yet, his handsome face instantly darkening as he asked, "What are you doing here?"
"The charity auction is tomorrow, I've come to borrow some stuff from you. Do you have anything unused that you can contribute?" Crystal Landon swiftly entered the room, surveying his extraordinarily clean and tidy room, noticing how his blankets were neatly folded and everything placed perfectly in order, her eyes widened in awe.
The man's room wasn't crowded with things; the decor was all about models of aircraft carriers, it was clearly a straightforward man's room.
Crystal Landon glanced around but didn't find anything suitable, then saw Richard Shaw lifting her like a cat over to the sofa and asking, "Haven't you accumulated anything presentable all these years in the Landon Family?"
