His voice was calm, with a hint of subtle affection hidden within.
Summer Ford nodded gently against his chest, "Mm."
They walked forward for a while, and then she asked, "Moving tomorrow?"
"Sure, tomorrow then," Ethan Laurent replied softly.
When he spoke without bitterness or chill, his voice sounded exceptionally pleasing.
That sensation was like being graced by a refreshing breeze, or a sudden summer rain that brought comfort from body to soul.
Summer Ford felt a bit intoxicated, nestling in his embrace, her head nuzzling against his chest like a small animal.
The atmosphere between the two was rare in its harmony tonight.
Ethan Laurent carried her back to the master bedroom, pushed the door open with his foot, and took her directly into the bathroom.
Summer Ford wasn't a heavy drinker, but she handled alcohol well.
After drinking, she didn't go wild on Ethan Laurent or do anything to upset him.
