She looked over her shoulder at the sleeping Deanna. Deliciously naked, except for the parts of her tangled in the bedsheets. She was in a deep sleep, which didn’t surprise Faythe since they’d made love several times during the night. The memory of their passionate kisses and caresses so hot she thought she’d self-combust made Faythe’s stomach muscles quiver. Tiptoeing to the kitchen, Faythe thought back to the picnic three days ago, when another piece of the puzzle that was Deanna came into play. Her family had been on a collision course, but the hurt wasn’t just one-sided. Faythe had seen as much anguish in Angela’s eyes as in Deanna’s, but Miranda was doubtlessly missing out the most. But the entire dynamic had changed when Gloria Mueller entered the equation. If her daughter was anything like her, it might not be a good idea for Deanna to meet Savannah. Gaining closure was a positive step, but when the other party was kin to a barracuda like Gloria, closure could entail a whole new set of problems.
