"Are you listening?"
Shaun looked up sharply, a guilty expression on her face. She had not been listening to Dasha; she'd been daydreaming about her night with Jozef. She shivered as she thought about it. He was so intense, so demanding, so different from any man she'd ever known. The s*x was glorious and definitely something she wanted to try again.
Then guilt hit her like a fist to the chest. She was forgetting her situation, something that seemed to be happening more and more frequently as the days passed. Her mother must be frantic, devastated, sick with worry over her daughter's disappearance. Shaun needed to concentrate on getting a message to Fatima, not daydreaming about her mobster fiance.
"I'm sorry," she murmured to Dasha. "My mind was drifting, what were you saying?"
Dash
