Upstairs, she stripped and changed into a silk slip, then she slid beneath the eiderdown duvet and jacquard bed sheets and slept.
“Let me see those baby-blues, Sylvia.”
The bedside lamp clicked on.
Something cold and metal pressed into her forehead, and she was awake instantly. She opened her eyes and the sight before her immediately tripped her internal flight mode. She bunched her legs up in an effort to scramble backwards, but her crab walk was halted by the bed's solid headboard. She squeezed her eyes shut again, but this time tightly, as if the see no evil trick might make the nightmare disappear.
It didn’t work. The gun pressed with even more force.
Uncontrollably her head shook. She’d been in a similar predicament one other time in her younger days before Dean, and the business
