Chapter 121

Evelyn's POV Calvin stood in the middle of the suite's sitting area with his broad back to me as he pulled up his pants. My breath caught when I saw his sculpted shoulder blades and the powerful muscles in his arms flexing with each movement. A thin layer of moisture covered his skin from what must have been a recent shower. He didn't turn when he heard me enter. He kept fastening his belt with slow, deliberate motions before reaching for a crisp white shirt draped over a nearby chair. The clothes he'd worn yesterday lay in a messy pile on the sofa. Water droplets from his damp hair trickled down his neck as he buttoned his shirt. Only when he was fully dressed did he settle onto the sofa and grab a towel to dry his hair. His eyes found mine with that familiar intensity that always made my stomach tighten. "Are you planning to stand there all day, or would you like to come in?" His voice carried that controlled tone I remembered too well. A strange sense of déjà vu washed over me. The