Kendra's POV
“What are you doing in here, Kendra?” His voice was low, amused. “Looking for something to indulge your desires?”
My head snapped up. “Mr. Fischer!” I gasped, heat creeping up my neck at the boldness of his words.
He stepped closer, slow and deliberate. “Answer me, then.”
“Fiona brought me here,” I stammered. “Said I could look through some…” My eyes darted around the room for a safer excuse, something less incriminating than what was playing on the screen. “Some family photo albums. And home videos.”
Scott’s gaze shifted to the stack of vintage magazines on the floor, then to the old TV where the tape still played on in soft grainy color. His eyes narrowed.
“She shouldn’t have brought you here,” he said. “But I can’t say I’m unhappy about what I just saw.”
He closed th
