The jamming of the guestroom door made Joanna turn and stared at her left-hand side.
Her mouth hung open the moment she set eyes on the tall dashing dude standing some distance away.
She was smitten by the outline of his body. She kept staring at him intently, unable to look away.
"It would have been better if you had taken care of the darn curls," She muttered absentmindedly.
"Did you say something?" He asked, acting like he didn't hear what she said. He and Anthony strolled to where she stood with their hands stuck in their pockets.
The way they walked synced like they had practised their walking moves.
"I said why didn't you tell me if you both had plans to wear matching outfits? I would have done the same," She lied without batting an eyelid.
She would have flawlessly fooled them if not for their special abilities.
"But that is not what you said," Anthony spoke between his teeth. He was lucky Joanna didn't hear what he said.
