Her frustration had crested and flowed over like lava from a spewing volcano. Why can’t he leave me alone? Even as she asked, she knew the answer. Joe wasn’t a man who would be letting things go. He hated to lose. “Not that I was ever his to begin with.” Didn’t matter. Joe had his own crazy world of thoughts. She turned her back and stepped into the water streams once more. A sound reached her, and it had her shaking her head. “I’m getting jumpy.” Wrapped in the large towel, she left the bathroom, and walked out to sit on the bed. Once there, she reached for her purse. A twinge in her arm reminded her of her injury and the fact she’d yet to attend to it. “Damn it.” She flipped through her wallet and checked out her money situation. “Thank God for being frugal. She left it sitting there and padded to her small suitcase. Two outfits. “This ain’t going to cut it.” Dressing in jeans, t-shirt, and her tennis shoes without socks this time, she went to the door and opened it.
