She grinned, stretching like a cat, recalling bits and pieces of his lovemaking last night. She had never felt so wonderful, so delicious, so replete and so loved. And she was shameless, wasn’t she? For she was stark naked beneath his sheets, relishing it! She wondered where he was as she sat up. His half of the bed was cold, indicating he had arisen some time ago. She slid her hand over the silky sheets where he had slept, her heart turning over hard. If she hadn’t been falling in love with him before, she was most certainly falling in love now. She wished he hadn’t gotten up! So easily she could slip into his arms another time. Evelyn rose from the bed, pleased to see that he had left her nightgown and wrapper draped over a big burgundy chair, and she donned both. Then she opened the heavy damask draperies, allowing bright sunlight to fill the room. Outside, the sun was high—it was close to noon.
