“Hmmm,” Raven grunted, looking me up and down. He grabbed my
shoulders, turned me round. I felt his hands patting my
back...hips...when he reached my legs I couldn't help but say
something.
“Do you mind?” I asked, trying not to sound too offended, “Is
there something you're looking for?”
“I don't know,” he replied honestly, turning me back to face him,
once more looking from head to foot. “There's something...”
Without finishing his sentence, he turned and walked into the second
bedroom. I watched him have a quick look round, then return to the
landing.
“What something?” I asked, “You're being very cryptic again.”
“Yes,” he said, “Sorry.” With that apology hanging in the
air, he walked into the third bedroom, barely glanced t much at all
before returning to me once more. Standing still for a moment, he
seemed to make a point of sniffing the air.
“I doubt there's little point in checking the bathroom,” he said
turning toward the stairs, a new spring in his step. “Come on,”
he continued, giving me a wink, “Things are about to get
interesting.”
