Twenty-Six
Sex on the “forbidden” bed. Check. s*x on the couch at Alastair’s little guesthouse. Check. s*x in the morning, s*x in the middle of the night. s*x without clothes, s*x while trying to get dressed in her little attic apartment. Ruthie was having more s*x than she’d had since she first lost her virginity in college.
Of course, she kept her promise and paid for a room at the Sweet Harbor Bakery and Inn. “I wasn’t feeling well, so I lay down in an empty room,” she told Jessica when she brought in her credit card.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. I hope it wasn’t the salmon.” Jessica pulled a sympathetic face.
“Definitely not. The salmon was fantastic. Alastair was raving about it afterwards.”
“Really? Are you sure that’s what he was raving about?”
Jessica winked at her while Ruthie felt he
