Chapter 18
SamsonThe morning broke outside the bedroom window and yellow light scattered across Blair’s side of the bed. Empty again. The woman disappeared at will. I lay on my side, one arm tucked behind my head and inhaled the smell of her on the pillows.
Her light fragrance gave my morning b***r more motivation. I growled under my breath. Pity, she’d avoided another morning fun time. I’d have made her scream my name this time, let her mother know what was going on in here and give her another dollop of well-earned jealousy.
But, ah, she was gone.
“Where this time?” I sat up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed, then caught sight of the sheet of paper on the bedside table.
Neat handwriting tracked across the lines on the page.
Gone out for last-minute Christmas shopping. Back
