A Mothers Reprimand

"Alright, whatever you say," Kaelen murmured, his voice unusually tender as he gazed at her, lips quirking in a half-smile.

Clara glared at him and pointed at the door. "Mr. Vance, you'd better leave now. Owen will be coming downstairs any minute after his shower."

"When is he finally going to leave?" A flicker of displeasure flashed in Kaelen's eyes.

Clara caught a flicker of intense jealousy in