Upstairs Dani looked at the bed, but she couldn’t bring herself to climb in and close her eyes. What good was sleep without rest? Why seek out her demons? Let them find her.
She opened the window, then sank onto the covered rustic bench beneath it and leaned on the casement. Crisp, cool air flowed in, carrying unfamiliar night scents to tickle the inside of her nose. In the sky, the round silver moon hung low over the dark tree line between two snow-covered peaks. An owl hooted plaintively. For some reason it reminded her of Matt.
Probably because it sounded alone and happy to be that way.
Her problem, she decided, aside from lusting after him, was that she liked him. Which meant she respected his need for some distance, even while deploring it. A pity s*x had to rear its far too entici
