Chapter 20
That week on the road was more pleasurable than I could ever have imagined, in spite of the evening when we stopped at a town where not a single bed was available, due to a boxing match that was being held in the vicinity. We’d had no choice but to spend the night in the stables with the horses.
Making love on a bed of hay, I found, was highly over-rated, but afterward Tommy plucked hay from my hair and stole occasional kisses and….
And dammit, he was making it very difficult for me to fall out of love with him.
