Chapter 1Rachel Vidal watched as the snow began to fall out the cafe window. Her laptop remained open in front of her, the work for her website untouched in the last fifteen minutes. She noted the time on her laptop and then on her phone. Surprise, surprise, the digital clocks both read the same time. Ten at night. Rachel sighed. It was now officially well past the original 9:30 P.M. late-night date time that Georgia had suggested when Rachel had sent her a text shortly before Christmas.
Sorry, so busy, had been Georgia’s first response three days after the initial message. It was only after Rachel had sent her a dozen emojis displaying her sadness (and horniness) had Georgia responded with the alternative late-night date.
Great. Don’t be too late! Rachel had texted back. She sighed agai
