She’d been so looking forward to her weekend of freedom, and after kissing Lars this morning and hearing him admit that he wasn’t going to Jackson Hole, a whole fantasy had taken root in her mind. For a few sweet hours, she imagined herself spending the weekend with him. She lay despondently on her motel bed, on her side, in the same place and position where Lars had held her on Monday night. She winced, wrapping her arms around her body. Thinking about Sara and Lars together made her feel sick. Why had he kissed her in the morning mist if he was planning “a night to remember” with her cousin? She couldn’t think about it anymore. It was making her crazy. So, on to the next mess: She had quit her job. Finally. And while part of her felt like dancing around her motel room, the other part was feeling slightly terrified. Jane’s uncle was going to be very upset with her; he would certainly try to pressure her to return to Sara’s employ. Could she hold up against the pressure this time as she hadn’t been able to before?
