R A Y V I N
Rain pattering against the windows woke me. Disoriented, I gradually remembered where I was. “James?” There was no sign of him. The bedside clock read quarter to eight in the evening. He’d taken me numerous times, until I’d passed out with him spooning me, still inside me. I was so worn out and that made me sleep for this long. Feeling a tendril of unease, I rose and slipped into a robe. When I didn’t find him anywhere on the second floor, I hurried downstairs. From the kitchen, I spied a shadowy figure across the windswept field. Lightning flashed, illuminating the scene. James? He was half-dressed, standing at the cliffside. What the hell was he doing out in a storm? I rushed toward a pair of french doors. I’d never asked him about the scar on his chest. Had he been suicida
