Chapter Two
Franny was discouraged by the slow progress. Never had she wanted anything so much as she wanted Jack to want her. Time spent with him had not changed that desire, though it didn't seem to change his desires, that's if he had any.
And no, she didn't want to manipulate him. She'd done that to enough men in six years of being sexually active. Jack Brando was a different sort, one she hadn't figured out, perhaps why he came with such high recommendations from Penny, but then too, Penny had known him at a different time in his life. Now, he seemed so old and set in his ways, was there still that wild man simmering in his psyche's underworld?
She would think about carnal underworlds when the gray haze of day was about to hit her bedroom, when it was still dark enough to see shad
