Chapter Fourteen
Gloria had expected to feel more out of her depth. But she didn’t. That was the thing with Ash, she made Gloria feel so mighty good about herself. Like she was special. What Ash had said earlier about her personality had made Gloria want to jump right out of her chair and sit next to Ash. To touch her, put a hand on her arm, or ruffle her fingers through that perfectly styled hair of hers. She hadn’t done that, of course. Just as she had refrained from trying to kiss her in the taxi. But that didn’t mean she hadn’t allowed her mind to wander. Since Ash had ended up in her car the day before, Gloria’s mind had wandered and wandered, until Gloria had said stop—out loud.
She was preparing a salad to go with the pizza she’d put in the oven. She wasn’t going to be cooking Ash
