She slipped on a short, yellow sundress that complimented her coloring and dark amber eyes. She saw no need for panties and her breasts were firm and perky making a bra unnecessary.After she pulled on a pair of strappy sandals to complete her outfit, she busied herself by reading a paperback romance, most likely left behind by a former guest. She tossed the book onto an end table after trying to read it for ten minutes. It held no appeal to her. The characters were unbelievable and flat. How the author thought her hero would appeal to women of any age was incomprehensible. He was nothing like Hank. In fact, Kallie didn’t think anyone would ever come close, fictional or flesh and blood to this man she’d first despised.Just thinking about him had Kallie all riled up again. When she glanced at her watch, she realized Hank was late. “He’ll be here.” She told herself. An hour later, she was worried. Two hours later, she was beyond scared something had happened to him. Kallie poured herself a glass of wine hoping to calm her nerves as she waited.
