Chapter 4
Quinn woke the following morning, early as usual, but felt sluggish. A slight throb ached over her eyes. She hadn’t slept much, but when she did, dreams plagued her. Images of Ryan had taken over her night.
In the steam of the shower, she tried to convince herself it was the alcohol that wreaked havoc on her subconscious. Or was it the id? Either way, the sexy dreams filled her head. Her verbal diarrhea with Ryan hadn’t helped her anxiety level. She always talked too much when she drank.
As she pulled on a tank top and shorts, she wondered at the thought of being an old maid. At what point would she become a spinster? The depressing thoughts grabbed her before she could push them away. Growing old alone frightened her.
She knew what she needed, a temporary fix. Comfort Cookie
