7
Sometime during the night I found myself reaching over for Hanna…or was it for Brie? I was aroused. Sweating. Filled with passion. After briefly squeezing my pillow and searching for clarity, I tossed the covers aside and sat up. The image was vague. Gauzy. Her back turned to me. But it had to be Brie following the day’s events. The kiss was exciting and my body was demanding more.
I climbed out of bed, padded to the window, and opened the blind. The first light of dawn had cast the yard into an unsettling, conspiratorial gossamer mist, adding to the morning’s mystique. It was as if the universe was in on the game: to mess up Grant’s head. His reality testing. Knowing I’d never fall back asleep, I stepped into my jeans and traipsed into the kitchen to put on a strong pot of coffee. Wai
