Chapter 5
Pennsylvania
The problem with sleeping all day was that it brought on insomnia at night. I know I’d dozed and was close to certain I’d had another spell, but still I could recall every chime of the clock I could hear from the living room, if facing the right way in bed. I had tried to resist what was left of Ewan’s touch on my flesh, yet was thick again with arousal, my biological functions seemingly unattached to my conscience. With the first rays of sunlight infiltrating my tiny window through bare limbs outside the morning after, the sun not yet risen above them, I was also sweating from what would be a particularly humid day. Georgia had come early with a tray. I shed what little I wore along the way to it, in definite need of a bath and fresh breeches, and checked to see w
