“You feeling all right?” he asked, stopping her in the downstairs hall.
“Sure, I’m fine.”
“You’re looking a little—.” He couldn’t put his finger on the feeling he was getting, but maybe that was it: she wasn’t acting particularly feisty at all. “Tired perhaps?”
“Maybe. You have a lovely home, Davis, but it’s not my own bed. And you know how that is.”
“I see. Is there anything I can do to make things more comfortable?”
“No. Not really. I’ll get used to it. I imagine with all this luxury around me, you won’t get me out of here when Dale comes back.” She tried smiling, something that seemed to work wonders on Davis’s view of things. He let her pass, and watched her disrobe by the pool, thinking, as he gazed at her beautiful body, that Dale was certainly a lucky man. If only he could find
