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to her chest and sat upright. Butter yellow walls, the quiet cove just outside, and a skylight overhead.
Zade’s room.
She buried her face in the pillow and groaned. Dear Lord, she’d slept with a man fourteen years younger than her. Not dreamt it, but actually done it. And it had been outstanding. Not at all the awkward disaster she’d been afraid of. If anything, Zade had seemed as blown away as she’d been.
She popped her head up. No running water or shuffling sounded from the bathroom and the kitchen was empty. She scrambled off the bed, tugging the top sheet with her, and wrapped it around her. The ocean breeze filtered through the open glass door and the porch swing creaked with each sway. No one on the private beach, either.
She plodded to the tiny kitchen. All clean, no coffee going. A few travel magazines sat on the coffee table and a phone charger lay coiled and ready for action on the end table. On the bedroom dresser was a small container full of Mexican coins and what she thought were memory cards.
She plunked down on the edge of the bed. 10:14 glowed a soft blue from a baseline black alarm clock. No note. Not anywhere. Goose bumps prickled down her arms and her throat tightened. Maybe it hadn’t been as outstanding for him. What if he’d left to avoid a clumsy morning scene?
Shit.
She snatched her clothes off the floor. Not a big deal. She was a big girl and more than capable of handling this situation in a calm, classy manner.
Oh, who the heck was she kidding? She’d slept with him after barely two days, and was almost old enough to be his mother. Classy had left the building a long time ago.
Ugh. She’d heard the expression “walk of shame,” but it sounded a lot funnier when she wasn’t the one doing it. She tossed her dress on the couch near her shoes and untangled herself from the sheet.
Across the room, a brown leather stationery folder lay near the corner of the writing desk. A note would be classy. God knew, a little something from him would’ve dialed her angst down a bit. Even something trite like, It was fun , would have been helpful.
She re-tucked the sheet around her and shuffled over to the desk, the starched linens hissing on the cool tile floors behind her. Like everything else at the resort, the stationery had a quirky, yet quality feel to it. Deckled edges in a bold Robin’s egg blue. She white-knuckled the pen and nibbled the end of it.
Thank you so much for the lovely dinner. I had a wonderful time.
Good Lord. She wasn’t writing thank you cards. She wadded the sheet up and tossed it over by her dress. She needed something meaningful, but that let him know she got the message loud and clear. One night. No more.
Last night meant everything. I’ll treasure it forever.
Gah. Meaningful, not lovesick and melodramatic.
She crumbled that one up, threw it over with the first, and pulled out a fresh sheet. She tapped the pen on her lips. God, no wonder he hadn’t left a note. This morning after crap wasn’t as easy as it looked.
Footsteps sounded on the patio, followed by a soft clatter.
Janie twisted in her chair as Zade strode through the door.
“ You’re up.” His smile shone as cheerfully as the midmorning sun and his beach attire was back in place, shirtless with leather flip-flops and board shorts. Though this time he’d gone with a turquoise pair that drew twice as much attention to his eyes.
His gaze shuttled from the stationery in front of her, to her clothes and the wads of paper beside it. The smile dimmed. “You’re leaving?”
“ Well, I…” Wasn’t sure what the protocol was? Thought maybe you wanted me to get out? “I didn’t know if you were gone for the day or—” She waved around the room. “Well, I didn’t know.”
He palmed the spot above his heart, eyes thoughtful. “You thought I’d bailed.” Despite the nature of his comment, he sounded like he thought she was funny.
“ This is new to me. I wasn’t sure
Zade’s room.
She buried her face in the pillow and groaned. Dear Lord, she’d slept with a man fourteen years younger than her. Not dreamt it, but actually done it. And it had been outstanding. Not at all the awkward disaster she’d been afraid of. If anything, Zade had seemed as blown away as she’d been.
She popped her head up. No running water or shuffling sounded from the bathroom and the kitchen was empty. She scrambled off the bed, tugging the top sheet with her, and wrapped it around her. The ocean breeze filtered through the open glass door and the porch swing creaked with each sway. No one on the private beach, either.
She plodded to the tiny kitchen. All clean, no coffee going. A few travel magazines sat on the coffee table and a phone charger lay coiled and ready for action on the end table. On the bedroom dresser was a small container full of Mexican coins and what she thought were memory cards.
She plunked down on the edge of the bed. 10:14 glowed a soft blue from a baseline black alarm clock. No note. Not anywhere. Goose bumps prickled down her arms and her throat tightened. Maybe it hadn’t been as outstanding for him. What if he’d left to avoid a clumsy morning scene?
Shit.
She snatched her clothes off the floor. Not a big deal. She was a big girl and more than capable of handling this situation in a calm, classy manner.
Oh, who the heck was she kidding? She’d slept with him after barely two days, and was almost old enough to be his mother. Classy had left the building a long time ago.
Ugh. She’d heard the expression “walk of shame,” but it sounded a lot funnier when she wasn’t the one doing it. She tossed her dress on the couch near her shoes and untangled herself from the sheet.
Across the room, a brown leather stationery folder lay near the corner of the writing desk. A note would be classy. God knew, a little something from him would’ve dialed her angst down a bit. Even something trite like, It was fun , would have been helpful.
She re-tucked the sheet around her and shuffled over to the desk, the starched linens hissing on the cool tile floors behind her. Like everything else at the resort, the stationery had a quirky, yet quality feel to it. Deckled edges in a bold Robin’s egg blue. She white-knuckled the pen and nibbled the end of it.
Thank you so much for the lovely dinner. I had a wonderful time.
Good Lord. She wasn’t writing thank you cards. She wadded the sheet up and tossed it over by her dress. She needed something meaningful, but that let him know she got the message loud and clear. One night. No more.
Last night meant everything. I’ll treasure it forever.
Gah. Meaningful, not lovesick and melodramatic.
She crumbled that one up, threw it over with the first, and pulled out a fresh sheet. She tapped the pen on her lips. God, no wonder he hadn’t left a note. This morning after crap wasn’t as easy as it looked.
Footsteps sounded on the patio, followed by a soft clatter.
Janie twisted in her chair as Zade strode through the door.
“ You’re up.” His smile shone as cheerfully as the midmorning sun and his beach attire was back in place, shirtless with leather flip-flops and board shorts. Though this time he’d gone with a turquoise pair that drew twice as much attention to his eyes.
His gaze shuttled from the stationery in front of her, to her clothes and the wads of paper beside it. The smile dimmed. “You’re leaving?”
“ Well, I…” Wasn’t sure what the protocol was? Thought maybe you wanted me to get out? “I didn’t know if you were gone for the day or—” She waved around the room. “Well, I didn’t know.”
He palmed the spot above his heart, eyes thoughtful. “You thought I’d bailed.” Despite the nature of his comment, he sounded like he thought she was funny.
“ This is new to me. I wasn’t sure
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