10
Colby woke in the darkness with a start. The soft sound of the air conditioner said motel room. The soft snore close by the side of the bed told him Rex’s location. He must be on his back again; he only snored when he was upside down.
The woman, a mere outline in the white nightgown standing close by the bed—no more substantial than a ghost—her he couldn’t place at all. The red LED clock informed him it was still short of midnight.
Rex’s snore cut off.
Not a ghost.
The woman…
“Ivy?” They had kissed at sunset. If he’d needed proof that the first kiss wasn’t a fluke, the second one had proved that it was because it was even more incredible. Her body had tucked against his like a custom fit. Her soft moan of pleasure had nearly taken him to his knees as he wrapped his arms more tight
