Every step hurt. She was going to die. Could a woman die from s****l overdose? She felt she had overdosed on Torben Haugen. She climbed into the seat of her car and whimpered. He had left promptly at twelve-thirty, and she had been nearly passed out in complete exhaustion when he did. He had looked in peak physical performance as if he hadn’t just done a marathon with her.
As she started her car, she looked up to see her brother walking down the street. “Not now, Dylan.” The last thing she wanted to do was deal with her brother when she was feeling vulnerable, and she was feeling vulnerable. For the last fifteen minutes of his time with her, Torben had massaged her entire body from head to toe with an oil he’d found in her bathroom. While massaging her to sleep he whispered sweet, gentle
