(Disclaimer: Not my characters.)
This could not be real, this feeling that had overwhelmed him at the sound of her voice. It simply wasn't possible . . .
. . . and why should a woman cause him to experience such a feeling? And that woman, of all women!
He should just ask her to go away. Perhaps he could forget this moment had happened. . .
. . . except that, for some inexplicable reason, that thought made life feel like a desert.
Perhaps . . . after all . . .
"Eliza? Where the devil are my slippers?"