It helped to alleviate the full body throbbing, although barely. “Omigod,” she moaned. “What did I do? What did I do?” How in the world could she even walk out of the house again? She barely left it as it was, except to walk around on the hill and down to the post office. Now she’d become a total recluse, the crazy lady with the scary house little children dared each other to knock on. And what was worse, the mansion gardens had been a favorite spot of hers. It looked like she wasn’t going to be able to go there anymore. It wasn’t like she could face Erik after the little “welcome gift” she’d almost given him. “Omigod.” Just thinking of it made her tingle in a way she’d never experienced. Closing her eyes, all she could see was his firm body, the way his neck and face looked under the dancing lights of the shade. Lydia opened her mouth, letting the water hit inside.
