“Really?” Leaning on his shoulder, Gwynn said, “Your words don’t mean anything to me, Noah! I need to catch some sleep. If you’re still hungry for sex, then I’ll call up some prostitutes for you. They’re legal here.”

Lowering his head, he stared into her eyes profoundly.

Clearly, he was upset at what she said.

Ignoring him, she tugged her sleeping robe and exited the guest room in the dark of night.

He cast a glance at the door.

Gwynn had changed, indeed. If this had happened in the past