Harris’s was luxurious. The sheets his own and not the hotel’s. She rolled over and buried her face in the pillow, inhaling deeply. She reached for Harris and encountered an empty bed.She rolled to her side and opened her eyes. It was a little before seven in the morning. It was a Saturday and often the only day she got to sleep in because she had church on Sunday.She pulled the sheet more firmly around herself. Florida sun light filled the room, leaving her nowhere to hide. Not from herself or from Harris. But he was already gone and she had only her own self-doubts to face this morning.She shivered a little at the direction of her thoughts. She needed to take action and get herself together. Why was she worrying anyway? Harris was probably in the shower or getting breakfast for them.Oh, God. What if he’d already left the suite and she was here alone? Last night he’d said no promises and glibly she’d agreed to that but this morning, with the sun shining brightly, she realized she needed promises.
