The thought of some burly ex-military buddy of Boone’s pawing through her bathroom to make a list of her needs was unsettling. Remembering the fact her every move might be watched, she wrapped a towel around her body before heading to the closet. Her own blue sundress hung there, newly washed and pressed. Her fingers fanned the silky confections in a rainbow of colors beside it, but since she was suffering a major case of morning-after regrets, she firmly pushed them down the rack and donned her simple blue dress. Tilly was determined to keep her feet firmly on the ground. No matter how hard Boone worked to turn her head, she’d resist. His way led to heartache, and she’d had enough sorrow in her life. At least that’s what she told herself as she followed her growling stomach to the kitchen. The house was dead silent. She poked her head into the living room, but found no Boone or Beatrice lurking inside, so she skimmed through to the kitchen, grateful for a little alone time to settle her jumbled emotions and shore up her determination to keep Boone at a distance.
