Even as the question rampaged through her brain, Abby turned and pounded her pillow as she had a hundred times tonight. Her ears strained to hear the slightest sound from outside the door, as they had for hours. Was he still with Fanny? Her mind conjured up a vivid image, an image she tried to will away but could not. Even when she closed her eyes, she imagined she could see him, his big body naked and hard, poised over Fanny, his hips churning and flexing … She flounced over once again, cursing herself for allowing him to so disrupt her sleep … and her life! Why should she care what he did—or with whom? He was a womanizing rogue, a cad, and she was the world’s biggest fool to even think twice about him! There was a thump on the door. The sound was so unexpected she jumped. She scanned the darkness, staring at the door as if she could see right through it. The second thump was twice as loud as the first. Abby bolted upright, clutching the sheet to her breast. Her pulse began to pump frantically.
