Chapter Twenty-Seven
Alice woke alone. Knew she was alone in Daniel’s four-poster bed without even opening her eyes.
She knew she shouldn’t be surprised, but it hurt anyway.
Toughen up, Thompson. You’re used to this.
She was. Most men she’d ever dated left before daybreak. Left her alone in her bed or even stranger, alone in theirs. Over time she’d gone out on fewer and fewer dates. And become more and more selective on who passed through the first date successfully, never mind through her door.
Somehow Daniel strode through her barricades from the moment she saw him in that three-piece suit befuddled by an Advent calendar.
Last night had been another voyage into amazing, mind-bending s*x. Yet now she woke alone.
She opened one eye to inspect the dent in the navy blue flannel-covere
