Stephen leaped up and turned his head instantly. Someone's head was protruding from his quilt, and the dark locks looked like a mess.

"Who is it?" he demanded.

"Where's my doll?" Yvonne murmured, fondling the bed.

"Why are you in my room?" Stephen frowned. This woman had only been drawing a line between them minutes ago, yet here she was. On his bed! Gosh! What was up with her?

However, it didn't seem like Yvonne had heard him. She continued to search for her doll, sounding desperate enough to c