My dreams that night were sinful, that's the only word for it. The one that stood out most was of us back home on the farm. I don't know how we got there or what we were doing there, but Callan was chasing me through a field. There was laughter and joy, even in the dream I could feel them both and they seemed so real.
I egged him on as I ran faster and faster but he caught up with me and took me down beneath him for one long heated kiss. Only in my dream he didn't stop at kisses. I awakened in the morning with a burning need.
The place between my thighs was achy and wet and I felt at turns feverish and out of sorts.
What was wrong with me? I hopped out of the bed when I remembered the leather folder he'd given me the night before. It was early yet and I still had a little time before I
