Snow Falls

chapter Thirty



“Yes, we’ll do an early dinner,” Jen said, making up for her missed lunch with Cheryl. “I’ll be there by six.”

She’d avoided Cheryl for two days. She’d avoided Brad as well. In fact, she hadn’t left the house. To be honest, she hadn’t done much of anything. Except replay her time with Ryan. Like an old movie reel, over and over it played. Her body still tingled when she thought of Ryan’s hands on her, touching her, bringing her alive, all of her senses buzzing, all of her wants and desires being satisfied by Ryan’s hands...and mouth.

The flame still burned. Ryan hadn’t totally doused it. She kept hoping Ryan would come back, would show up again unannounced, standing on her doorstep waiting for Jen to let her inside again.

She knew that wasn’t going to happen. Ryan had run from her. Why she ran, Jen still had no idea. She had most likely fled back home to the mountains where she felt safe. Jen had picked up the phone countless times, wanting to call Morgan, wanting to talk. But she reminded herself that Morgan was Ryan’s friend, not hers. Morgan’s loyalty was to Ryan. So she’d dealt with it alone, going from disbelief to acceptance in two days. Disbelief that she’d slept with another woman, and accepting that she wanted to do it again.

But not with just any woman.

With Ryan.