When I checked my comlink, I found three messages, one from Libby Farah, another from good old Koz, and surprisingly, a call from Ginger Spice.Nothing from Rogue, but in a way I felt glad.I had no idea what to say to him, whether I should admit my indiscretion or say nothing.Of course, that wasn't fair to him, but not to me either.Since the events of last night, I had been seriously thinking of parting company with Rogue and going my own way.Okay, so I might not be head over heels in love with him, but he had represented comfort, warmth, security, just like my old bathrobe did when wrapped around me, so inviting and familiar. Dane represented the new robe I wore last night, richly soft, decadent and sensuous.Of course, I shouldn't compare either man to a bathrobe.When it came right down to
