"It's just dinner," Maddie repeated to herself for the twentieth time. "That's all. No s*x. We'll talk like adults. Forget about this morning. Whatever we had between us is gone. Over. Done."
So why, her little inner voice asked, did you use your best body wash in the shower? And shave not only your legs but your p***y? And rub scented lotion into every crack and crevice of your body? And why are you wearing that silky Christmas shirt with the neckline cut down to there instead of the turtleneck you first took out?
She'd done all that and more, brushing her thick taffy-colored hair until it shone like spun gold, carefully applying her makeup and finished off with the gold Christmas bell earrings Zach had given her the last Christmas they'd spent together.
Finally she'd lit the fire and
