Chapter 49

Latisha's breath caught in her throat. She instinctively lightened her steps, tiptoeing over to the nightstand to grab the charger.

She plugged the cord into her phone. "Just two minutes," she prayed. "That's all I need to get enough power to turn it on."

But fate had other plans. Less than a minute after she plugged it in, the sound of the shower stopped. She yanked the charger out and bolted for the door.

"Stop."

Clifford's voice froze her in her tracks. She stood rigid at the doorway, biting her lip, her fingers clutching the charger so tightly her knuckles turned white. She didn't dare turn around.

She heard footsteps behind her, followed by a soft, low chuckle. The sound was loaded with meaning, and a hot flush of shame and embarrassment spread across her face.

"Turn around."