One Plus One
Jayne Simmons took a deep breath, fighting to slow her racing heart. She dug her fingernails into her sweaty palms.
Deep down, she knew perfectly well nothing bad would happen—it was just her own personality and anxieties making her want to turn and run.
Why couldn’t the conference have been at a hotel that offered room service? Being all but forced to attend was bad enough, but she’d consoled herself with the fact that at least outside the hours of the talks and lectures—where she’d keep herself to herself—she could retreat to the sanctuary of her room.
But that wasn’t an option. Not unless she wanted to starve to death. Which she then idly considered as a possibility.
She let out a heavy sigh and urged herself to step over the threshold before she started attracting att
