Page 11 of Snow Bound

And it was relief, she assured herself. It certainly wasn’t disappointment or anything as ridiculous as that.

“Wouldn’t that be foolish?” she muttered and closed her eyes.

CHAPTER THREE

Anna was up before six and didn’t even try to go back to sleep. It was frankly a miracle she’d been able to sleep at all, but the adrenaline crash had caught up with her, and she’d dropped off like a stone for a few hours. They hadn’t been particularly restful hours, as her subconscious had taken the opportunity to bombard her brain with vivid sexual images involving Grant and half a dozen orgasms.

Apparently the one she’d had last night hadn’t taken the edge off.

Since she was awake, she tossed back the covers and headed for the bathroom. She made quick use of the facilities, shivering in the cool morning air, then went back into the bedroom to retrieve her cell phone from the bedside table. It was nearly six, an hour earlier in Chicago, and Lola was likely already up preparing for her day.

Anna took a deep breath and made the call.

“Are you lonely already?” Lola demanded when she picked up. Her voice was breathless, thumping music in the background, and Anna realized she’d caught her friend in her small home gym—i.e., the breakfast nook with an elliptical and free weights where a dining table and chairs were supposed to be.

“Not exactly,” Anna told her. “Something happened.”

“What?”

“I fucked the Disappearing Dom.”

For a moment, the only sound on the other end of the phone was the music. Then Lola said, “I’m sorry, you did what?”

“I fucked the Disappearing Dom,” Anna repeated, and filled her in.

“What the hell?” Lola said when she’d finished.

“I know.” Anna flopped back on the bed. “How do I get myself into these situations?”

“A question for the ages,” Lola allowed, “but let’s not get ahead of ourselves. How the hell is he there?”

“I’m not sure, but I believe him that it’s his mom’s house.”

“Based on what?”

“The picture of him on the wall, hugging the woman who rented it to me.”

“Okay, so it’s his mom’s house,” Lola conceded. “But what’s he doing there?”

“We didn’t get that far. I was too mad when I realized who he was.”

“And once he explained that he didn’t ghost you, you decided the best course of action was to fuck him?”

“I’m not really sure how that happened,” Anna admitted.

“Yes, you do. Was it at least good?”

“It was…okay.”

Lola’s snicker came clearly over the phone. “Liar.”

“Okay, it was amazing. Stupendous. The best sex of my life,” Anna admitted. “That doesn’t mean it was a good idea.”

“One thing at a time. Is he still there?”

“I think so. I heard him come upstairs last night. But he could’ve skipped out early.”

“Look out the window, genius, and see if his car is gone.”

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