Page 11 of Haley's Cabin
Oh, hell, yeah. Jeremy would dearly love to show little Haley Thorne what his pleasure was.
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What was the likelihood the sexy man she’d dreamed about would show up looking for help? It was
fate, pure and simple. Haley believed in fate. She’d seen too many coincidences in her life to discount the
idea. For instance, when her idiot ex-husband had decided to play mattress-tag with his girl du jour, it
had been fate that Haley had decided to set up a hidden video camera in their bedroom the night before.
Yep, fate was an interesting trick the gods liked to play on humans from time to time. This time she was
just too happy to play along.
While she was still reeling from the fact her dream lover was somehow a real person, Haley did note the
woman who’d been part of her nighttime erotic fantasy was nowhere in sight. She wondered about that.
Somehow, she had the nagging feeling the woman truly was a figment of her imagination, as if her inner
seductress was trying to come out. Haley was darn well going to let her. It was time she had some real
fun. No more fantasizing. She craved action and the man standing in her living room was just the sort of
action she needed.
Leading him into the kitchen gave Haley a weird sense of déjà vu—except in her dream she’d been
dressed in a concealing pair of pajamas. How weird was her mental state when in reality she wore the
more provocative bikini? It proved she was in bad need of the impromptu time off.
Haley reached the refrigerator, opened it, grabbed a bottle of water for herself and looked over at her
visitor. “So, what’s it to be, Jay?”
He stopped in the entryway and frowned. “Why’d you call me Jay?”
Truthfully, she hadn’t realized she had. Her dream lover’s name was Jay. Somehow that name suited the
real-life man. She couldn’t exactly tell him all that, though. He’d think she was a loon. Instead, she smiled
and lied.
“I guess I shortened your name without realizing it. Sorry, I do that sometimes.” Yeah, it was a lie, and a
really lame one, too, but he didn’t know that, did he?
Jeremy still frowned, only now he looked her over from head to toe. When he met her eyes this time, it
was with a strange sort of probing that had shivers running up and down her spine.
“Do I know you from somewhere?” Jeremy asked.
Haley’s face went hot. What could she say? Oh sure, I had sex with you and your lady friend last night
in my dream. Hot, randy, erotic sex. Nope, honesty was definitely not the way to go this time.
