Once inside, she leaned against the door, gasped for breath—and longed to kick herself.What a fool! Trying to return via the balcony! But then, Leif had that kind of effect on her. Oh, God! She coveted her face with her hands, furious with herself. Leif should have had no effect on her—none whatsoever! It had been seven years since she had seen him. Seven long, long years.She pushed herself away from the door, then, on second thought, turned back and twisted the top dead bolt. She gazed at her hands, and they trembled, and once again she was angry with herself.Exhaling a long sigh, she walked through the posh, nearly identical salon of her own suite to her nearly identical balcony. The breeze touched her cheeks, cooling, reviving. Far below her, horns tooted and brakes squealed. The night never died here. Little tiny play people seemed to move about despite the hour. There was a very nice sense of normalcy about it all.Tracy inhaled and exhaled again and leaned against the building, trying to still her shivers.
