Chapter 8I woke the next morning, alone in the strange bed. It only took me a few seconds to realize where I was. The memory of the entire night flashed back in my mind. Yes, that wonderful night. I hadn’t felt this good or relaxed in quite a while. The only problem was the sun coming in the back windows that almost blinded me. The blinds were only half closed, tilted so no one could see in, but the sun could shine through brightly. It must have been late.
I got out of bed and padded out the bedroom door into the kitchenette, not worrying about my nakedness. I stopped. There was someone sitting on the couch. Then that person stood and turned to me. That face looked familiar.
“Good morning.” they said.
I recognized Pat. “I might never get used to seeing you like that.”
She broke into a
