Darcy @page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } Chapter 17The next morning in Bath, where life did move at a more leisurely, resort-town pace compared to London, Vanessa laid out her freshly washed underwear on the tiny kitchen counter of the flat. She had to hang some of her leopard– and zebra-print thongs plus a couple of lacy black bras from the kitchenette cabinet pulls since Lexi had already usurped the bathroom shower curtain rod and towel bars with her patterned stockings and camis. Vanessa didn’t realize the flat didn’t have a dryer until she’d washed her stuff.Plastic Colin lay in Lexi’s bed, alone, where Vanessa had jokingly tucked him in. And he looked good under the covers—quite convincing, especially with one of Lexi’s red bras draped near his face. But Lexi never did come back the previous night, though via text she insisted she still hadn’t slept with David.Before Sherry had left that morning, she commented that Vanessa looked rather hellish, and when Vanessa looked in the mirror, she discovered her eyes had gone all puffy and watery, and her nose had turned red.
