Trish had slept so soundly that when she woke, she was disoriented, then remembered where she was. Then she remembered the kiss. The amazing kiss. She touched her lips and smiled. She lay there for a few minutes allowing herself to remember the kiss and to think of Jake. Then she roused herself. She had a lot to do today.
After getting ready for the day, she called AnnMarie. They had talked about once a week over the last several weeks. AnnMarie had helped her transfer her funds to her new checking account and had shipped all of her belongings they had packed for her. She had taken care of forwarding Trish’s mail. Dillon was still in jail.
AnnMarie answered on the third ring. “Hi Trish, how are you doing?”
Trish filled her in on what had been happening and her job. AnnMa
