Chapter Thirteen
The sense of peace didn’t follow her into the daylight. She awoke feeling hesitant and confused, almost uncertain as to whether the night before had really happened or had been an odd and realistic dream. She might have preferred to think that it was a dream, but she knew better. She felt vaguely as she had in college days when she’d drunk too much and then woken the next morning with a vague sense of unease, uncertain as to what might have happened the night before, whether she had any unremembered regrets. She’d been stone cold sober this time, though. No faults in her memory, but no excuses, either.
She sat up quickly, feeling defiant. Why should she need an excuse? She’d had a s****l encounter with an old lover. It had certainly been safe s*x, and she was a free agen
