She stretched across the bed to answer it, eyes half closed. “Hello?” It was a recorded message, a wake-up call. It was eight o’clock. Sweet, blissful memories of making love with Jason flooded over her. She looked over her shoulder, expecting to see him lying beside her, but his side of the bed was empty. No sounds came from the bathroom. He was gone. She was almost on the verge of tears until she saw the folded note next to her pillow. She opened it. Good morning, Maggie Rose. I didn’t want to wake you. I’ll see you soon. Hope you didn’t mind the wake-up call. Thank you for another beautiful night. J. She pressed the note to her smiling, tremulous mouth. When the phone rang again she reached for it eagerly, happiness in her voice, hoping it was him. “Hello?” “Hey, Maggie, it’s Tim. Did you get a good night’s sleep?” She guessed she’d probably slept for less than two hours, but she felt wide awake, excitement at the knowledge that she would see Jason in only a couple of hours pouring adrenaline through her veins.
