Opening my eyes, I looked around frantically, wondering where the hell I was. I didn’t recognize the bedroom with its sophisticated white armoire in a corner, strange painting on the wall, and tall French windows covered by light curtains so long they nearly kissed the hardwood floor beneath. I had no idea whose king-sized bed I was in, whose black silk sheets covered my legs. It was only when I spotted the slender, gray cat entering the room that it all came back to me, the night of amazing sex I had shared with Ian. I buried my face in my hands. Oh, God, what did I do? That had been so fucking unnecessary, not to mention stupid. This would change everything between us. Then guilt streamed through me as an image of Nick flashed through my mind. Had he known how much I’d enjoyed my night with Ian he would have been so upset. I sighed. What kind of woman slept with another man only months after the death of her husband? The cat that was usually so unfriendly leaped into the bed and walked straight up to me.
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