She sipped on a second cup of coffee, searching the hot black liquid for some sign or answer. The wall clock ticked, after eleven, Bob promised to return Katy before lunch on Sunday, so he could pull in anytime Brad had stayed all night. And true to his word, he’d made love to her throughout the night, waking her several times. Although tired, she felt more energized than she had in years. She’d cooked a big breakfast for Brad and Trevor. They’d lingered over a few cups of coffee. Neither wanted this to end. But he had no choice. He had a ranch to run. He needed to leave. Never had Emily felt the intense comfort of being with the right guy; the one who sends your heart and soul to the natural high and if they leave, you’d swear your heart will blister into a million pieces. Emily held up her bare ring finger, not even a flicker of remorse because with Bob, she’d never experienced this kind of passion, this kind of bliss. Waking in Brad’s arms, as he slowly entered her was a passion far more vivid, more potent, she’d swear she’d died and gone to heaven, or someplace close.
