Chapter Twelve

…Had I dozed again? The room was still vaguely alight with the fiery shadows cast by the dim glow of the fireplace. Someone had added more wood to feed the flames. No lamps had been turned on, and the stereo continued to softly play Imogen Heap. I heard dishes clanking in the kitchen. He was still there. How long had it been since I injured myself? I thought, just wait till I tell the women Amy and Carrie how peaceful my calming mini-vacation went. They will definitely get a kick out of it although living it was not funny at all. I mused at how wrong this weekend had gone. To think…I could’ve died.

“You awake again?” He smiled down on me as he came back into the room wiping his hands with the rooster dish towel. Perfect teeth. And he was a doctor. Shame on you. I looked at his ring finger. Nothing there.

“You up for a ride?” he questioned.

Seriously, I’m almost comatose and he wanted a ride?

It took me a minute to realize he was talking about riding in his car - not riding him. Sa