Becky spent the morning going quietly insane.
Thoughts of Harry distracted a woman only so long when she had nothing more than a pair of nice kisses and a slow dance to base them on. Her reading material was upstairs, as was her laptop. She eyed the climb several times, but her antics of the morning were still having repercussions. There was a demon poking at the inside of her knee with a sharp knife, and every time she stood up the room gave a nasty spin that sent her plummeting back to the cushions.
If she was her old self, dressed in jeans, she’d just scoot up the stairs on her butt. However, ruining Valeria’s beautiful skirt was not an option and the inevitable splinters that would jab through the thin material and into her behind didn’t sound like much fun either. The tasting room d
