CHAPTER FIFTY
By the time they landed, Becca had stopped all of her pestering. They hugged and said goodbye at the airport. “I’ll call you soon, Sis,” Linda promised.
Relief, like a gentle rain, washed over every particle in her body, when she stepped into Eric’s condo. It felt like home; all she wanted to do was eat, maybe curl up on the couch and watch television. Eric prepared a snack tray of olives and crackers, while she took a shower. Wrapped into Eric’s big fluffy robe, she plopped down in front of the wide screen television.
“I’m zoned out,” he said, flipping through channels. “This sounds horrible, but I’m too tired to…you know. But, don’t think, for even one nanosecond, that every molecule, nerve ending and neglected hormone, doesn’t want to jump those lovely bones. I’ve misse
