A a nagging voice in the back of his mind whispered that something wasn't quite right, she wasn't being completely honest with him. The doubt gnawed at him, even as he wanted to believe her.
"I was still seething with anger, still upset over our last argument before I left" Jane explained "and in my frustration, thinking it was you, I didn't give him a chance to speak, or let him come anywhere close. I felt no emotional connection or need for intimacy..."
The memory of Lake Eastbound burned bright in Jane's mind, its warmth lighting up her skin and sending tendrils of heat racing through her body. Her skin tingled with remembered sensation.
She snapped out of it, back to reality Jim standing in front of her, the scrutiny in his eyes, the stern look on his face suffocated her. Then guilt
