Chapter Thirty-Three
“What ever shall I bring you next time?” Ash asked. “I feel like I’ve played my biggest trump card already.” She looked at Gloria over the rim of a steaming mug of coffee.
Gloria was only wearing a robe, which she hadn’t bothered to close properly. She leaned against the kitchen counter and fixed her gaze right back on Ash. “You strike me as very resourceful. I’m sure you’ll figure something out.” She grinned and Ash could tell it was one of those involuntary grins that were impossible to hold back, no matter how hard you tried. Ash had been suffering from the same affliction since she’d arrived last night—apart from the times Gloria had made her come. A slice of bread popped out of the toaster. “Are you sure you don’t want breakfast?”
Ash just nodded.
“I’m positiv
