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the door and paused before pressing the button to lock it, hoping the click didn’t make too much noise. Through the sitting room, she walked into the bedroom. The bed linens had been turned down to form a point in the center of the bed. On each pillow, sat a gold-wrapped chocolate. In one of the drawers she found a black silk nightgown with pink straps. The next drawer held underwear. In the closet was a pair of jeans, close to her size.
“Huh, pretty good guesser that Bertie.”
Also in the closet was a Tucker’s logo tote bag and on the shelf a beautiful cashmere turtleneck sweater in a baby-blue color. There were new running shoes along with a pair of new socks stuffed inside. She pulled out the nightie and went into the bathroom, finding all the items she’d need for several day’s stay.
Jillian cleaned her teeth, washed her face, and returned to the bedroom. She knelt, said her prayers, climbed into bed, and turned out the bedside light. When all was quiet, she heard the muffled sound of a guitar in the living room and a hushed singing voice.
“I wonder how often he does this, and how many end up in his bed?” She snuggled down into bed pulling up the bedcovers. Once again she thought: What am I doing here? Why do I feel so content? She closed her eyes and dozed off to the sound of muffled music.
After working on the song about the lake that took their breath away, being together, smell of her perfume, RJ went into his sitting room and started looking at some paperwork his road manager had given him. It was about four, so he decided to get some sleep. He crawled into bed, turned out the light, and was asleep in a matter of minutes.
Jillian wakened and looked at the clock on the nightstand; it read 7:30. She couldn’t believe she’d slept that late as usually she’s up at six to make her rounds at the hospital by seven.
She quickly got up, showered, and dressed in the new clothing. She put her previous night’s clothes and shoes into the tote bag. Quietly, she opened the bedroom door, noticing that at the opposite side of the room, the bedroom door was closed. She paused to look out the massive windows. Somehow the lake looked different in the daylight, beautiful but not quite as romantic. On the coffee table was a pencil and a single sheet of lined music paper with notes and words, a glass and an empty liquor bottle. She sighed, turned, picked up her tote, and quietly closed the front door.
While waiting for the elevator, she whispered, “ Goodbye, Robert John Montgomery.”
The casino and hotel lobby was quiet; Jillian had noticed a Coffee Hut when she arrived last night. She ordered a latte, before the car arrived. She’d called the transportation department extension and was achieved they’d be ready in 10 minutes. Just as the latte was handed to Jillian, the limo arrived. She was met at the doors by Lionel, “Good morning, Miss James.”
“Good morning, Lionel. How are you this morning?”
“Fine, thank you. Hope your evening was enjoyable?”
“Yes.” Jillian couldn’t help but blush.
Lionel took the tote and showed her to the car.
The morning mountain air was crisp and refreshing, full of a pine scent present, Jillian smiled. Lionel opened the back door, and Jillian got comfortable for the ride home. Lionel was quiet and kept the inter-window closed. Jillian was glad of the privacy, as she wanted some time to herself to sightsee and reflect. Sipping her latte, she gazed out onto the lake, reflecting on the past evening. What a wonderful evening it was! She pulled out her cell and called Emma. She didn’t even hear Emma say hello, only, “WELL, TELL ME EVERYTHING!”
“I’ll be home in a couple of hours. She’ll we meet for breakfast?”
“Sure, but I’m not sure I can wait. ’Bye.”
“You’ll have to. ’Bye.”
Chapter 12
On Wednesday morning Dr. Jillian James sat at her desk, doing her day’s paperwork. Joy’s voice came over the intercom, “Dr. James, you
“Huh, pretty good guesser that Bertie.”
Also in the closet was a Tucker’s logo tote bag and on the shelf a beautiful cashmere turtleneck sweater in a baby-blue color. There were new running shoes along with a pair of new socks stuffed inside. She pulled out the nightie and went into the bathroom, finding all the items she’d need for several day’s stay.
Jillian cleaned her teeth, washed her face, and returned to the bedroom. She knelt, said her prayers, climbed into bed, and turned out the bedside light. When all was quiet, she heard the muffled sound of a guitar in the living room and a hushed singing voice.
“I wonder how often he does this, and how many end up in his bed?” She snuggled down into bed pulling up the bedcovers. Once again she thought: What am I doing here? Why do I feel so content? She closed her eyes and dozed off to the sound of muffled music.
After working on the song about the lake that took their breath away, being together, smell of her perfume, RJ went into his sitting room and started looking at some paperwork his road manager had given him. It was about four, so he decided to get some sleep. He crawled into bed, turned out the light, and was asleep in a matter of minutes.
Jillian wakened and looked at the clock on the nightstand; it read 7:30. She couldn’t believe she’d slept that late as usually she’s up at six to make her rounds at the hospital by seven.
She quickly got up, showered, and dressed in the new clothing. She put her previous night’s clothes and shoes into the tote bag. Quietly, she opened the bedroom door, noticing that at the opposite side of the room, the bedroom door was closed. She paused to look out the massive windows. Somehow the lake looked different in the daylight, beautiful but not quite as romantic. On the coffee table was a pencil and a single sheet of lined music paper with notes and words, a glass and an empty liquor bottle. She sighed, turned, picked up her tote, and quietly closed the front door.
While waiting for the elevator, she whispered, “ Goodbye, Robert John Montgomery.”
The casino and hotel lobby was quiet; Jillian had noticed a Coffee Hut when she arrived last night. She ordered a latte, before the car arrived. She’d called the transportation department extension and was achieved they’d be ready in 10 minutes. Just as the latte was handed to Jillian, the limo arrived. She was met at the doors by Lionel, “Good morning, Miss James.”
“Good morning, Lionel. How are you this morning?”
“Fine, thank you. Hope your evening was enjoyable?”
“Yes.” Jillian couldn’t help but blush.
Lionel took the tote and showed her to the car.
The morning mountain air was crisp and refreshing, full of a pine scent present, Jillian smiled. Lionel opened the back door, and Jillian got comfortable for the ride home. Lionel was quiet and kept the inter-window closed. Jillian was glad of the privacy, as she wanted some time to herself to sightsee and reflect. Sipping her latte, she gazed out onto the lake, reflecting on the past evening. What a wonderful evening it was! She pulled out her cell and called Emma. She didn’t even hear Emma say hello, only, “WELL, TELL ME EVERYTHING!”
“I’ll be home in a couple of hours. She’ll we meet for breakfast?”
“Sure, but I’m not sure I can wait. ’Bye.”
“You’ll have to. ’Bye.”
Chapter 12
On Wednesday morning Dr. Jillian James sat at her desk, doing her day’s paperwork. Joy’s voice came over the intercom, “Dr. James, you
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