Her skin tingled and she couldn’t remember a time she’d felt so deliciously relaxed. Memories flooded her mind and, blushing, she relived the night before. Hazel loved her, she was sure of it. Love was a hard emotion to define, but she had seen it shining in Hazy’s eyes as she let down her guard. Every action had generated tenderness and caring. And how could someone consistently imitate those feelings? How could she lie to her during the special intimacy they had shared? Hazy had transported her to a world of pure sensation and warmth where both had forgotten everything except the radiant love shining between them. But where was Hazy? Why wasn’t she here with her? Her heart fell. She was with her family, of course. Nina didn’t even hear the usual morning activity. Occasional snatches of conversation reached her from the other cottages, a television blared somewhere, and a boat engine rumbled to life, that was all. She sat up abruptly in the bed, her tousled hair falling across her face in a fiery, auburn wave.
