On Thin Ice
“And her stomach. Better not to even think about that. Gabrielle groaned, rolled out of bed, and faceplanted on the floor. Flashes of memory from the night before came back to her as she lay there trying to summon the will to rise.
Lord, no. Tell me I didn’t. Her eyes popped open and she jerked upright, then immediately regretted the sudden movement. Looking down, she realized she wasn’t naked. That would have been a good sign, except . . . she never slept in T-shirts. Which could only mean that..., someone else had put this T-shirt on her. Someone else being— Oh God, it was no dream. She’d gone to bed with Devlin Sinclair the night before. Apparently had a good time of it, too, she thought, glancing around the room. Clothes were strewn everywhere, not in their usual neat stacks or hung up in the closet. Holding her throbbing head, she forced herself to go back over the evening. Alfonso’s. Wine. Several glasses of wine. She groaned again. How much had she had? And Devlin, looking even more mouthwatering than usual.MoreLess
Lord, no. Tell me I didn’t. Her eyes popped open and she jerked upright, then immediately regretted the sudden movement. Looking down, she realized she wasn’t naked. That would have been a good sign, except . . . she never slept in T-shirts. Which could only mean that..., someone else had put this T-shirt on her. Someone else being— Oh God, it was no dream. She’d gone to bed with Devlin Sinclair the night before. Apparently had a good time of it, too, she thought, glancing around the room. Clothes were strewn everywhere, not in their usual neat stacks or hung up in the closet. Holding her throbbing head, she forced herself to go back over the evening. Alfonso’s. Wine. Several glasses of wine. She groaned again. How much had she had? And Devlin, looking even more mouthwatering than usual.MoreLess
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