Amy’s hands trembled on the steering wheel, the engine still running. The wipers smeared a dusty arc across the windshield, erasing the yellow glow of the sodium lamps.
Her pulse was a trapped moth under her ribs, battering against bone, but lower, between her legs, there was a molten ache that refused to cool.
The latex scent of the man’s gloves clung to her skin, a phantom branding. She pressed her thighs together and felt the slick reminder of how completely she had surrendered.
Instead of aiming the silver Corolla toward the exit ramp, she eased her foot off the brake and rolled deeper into the employees’ lot, toward the gated service ramp she had always ignored.
A stubborn, coiling curiosity urged her on: if that stranger had come from somewhere inside the hospital, maybe the res
