CHAPTER 6 The knock on his open door at the end of Tuesday asked for Vaughnâs attention. He lifted his head and found Dr. Olivia Stark framed in his threshold. He stood. The biology professor crossed hesitantly into his office. âAm I interrupting?â âNo, come in.â Vaughn gestured toward his laptop. âIâm just wrapping up for the day.â Olivia was neat and professional in her dark blue coatdress. The professorâs appearance was the opposite of Benita in almost every way. She was tall and lithe. Benita was petite with slender curves. Oliviaâs brown hair was a sleek, bone-straight bob. Benitaâs hair was a thick chestnut mass that fell in unruly waves to her shoulders. Oliviaâs voice was as clear as a church bell. Benitaâs smoky tones shared naughty secrets. âHow was your day?â Olivia drifted onto one of the blue guest chairs in front of his desk. Vaughn cut off thoughts of Benita and sat. âMy classes went well. Thanks. How were yours?â Theyâd spent hours together