Chapter 40

Chandra poked her head out the door a few moments later, her eyes scanning the bedroom for Sam. She found him on the other side, checking his phone. She cleared her throat. “Err, Sam?”

Sam raised his head, his eyes bright and a smile plastered on his lips. “Hmm?”

Chan licked her lips, blushing profusely. “I was wondering if you have a spare shirt and pants I could borrow. My dress is all wet and not quite…”

Sam understood. He chuckled. “Sure.”

“Really? Thanks.”

“No problem,” he said and headed over to the walk-in closet.

Still hiding behind the bathroom door, with only her head peeping out, Chan clutched the towel tightly against her body as she watched Sam retrieve what looked like a man’s shirt. His shirt.

No. That wasn’t what she meant. She wanted a female shirt and pants. Not his shirt.

But it was too late. He came over and handed her one of his casual T-shirts. She stared at it, not knowing what to do.

“I don’t think my pants will fit you,” he said. “Just wear this for the time b