Abigail blinked, not believing the scene in front of her. Charlotte was speaking to the man that had been naked in her bed.
The man was dressed now, and how Abigail couldn’t believe, because her bedroom floor was still littered with the stranger’s clothes. So, he had a change of clothes here, then. Since she hardly believed her father would have given some of his to the man found naked in his daughter’s bed.
How much of this plan had been given such explicit detail, Abigail wondered. Where had this man been hiding?
“That wasn’t easy,” the man complained, running the back of his head. “You could have given me an easier way to get into her room, you know. And I didn’t sleep the entire night, in case she woke up. You gave me absolutely no directives to work with. What if she had woken up? At least she was already naked and in bed when I got there. Who did that part? You?”