Somewhat disoriented, she jumped out of bed only to realize she was naked. After slinging the sheet to cover herself, she realized that left Sawyer exposed and hard and...oh, God, the phone. “Hello?” she answered, out of breath. “Tally! Tell me you’re fine.” It was Joe Peterson, and though he sounded his typical happy self, she heard the note of haggard concern in his nickname for her. “I’m fine, I swear it. How are you guys? I’ve been worried about everyone, and the phone lines were out.” Babbling, again. She took a deep breath. “We’re good here. A few bumps and bruises around town, but nothing serious. You’ve been the one unaccounted for. Jesus, Tally.” She felt dismay that she had been having sex when they’d been genuinely worried, even if she really hadn’t had a way to contact them. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know the storm would hit so soon or be so bad.
