CHAPTER EIGHT
The next morning Sarah awoke to the sound of absolute silence. The children were gone but would be coming back today. Would Raif be bringing Jenny too? She rolled over onto her back and stared at the ceiling. Wasn't there a single cobweb-free room in this house?
For some reason, she was wide awake even though it was only—she glanced at the clock—a quarter to seven. Normally she slept until after nine, but Raif Manning kept vying for her complete attention both in her waking and sleeping mind.
Yesterday was only a tiny sampling of what would happen in these next five days if she allowed it—which is precisely why she'd put a stop to it. She recalled how angry Raif looked after they'd had such a cozy meal, started an even cozier chat on her bed, then she put a quick halt to a
