Chapter 12

“Lenore—hey,” I whisper, while nudging her shoulder. When I touch her soft skin, all the wonderful feelings of making love with her come rushing back. No! I have to get a grip—and so does she.

She turns her face toward me, opening one eye. “Nikki? What’s going on?” Apparently, this woman doesn’t wake up easily. I nudge her a little harder.

“Lenore. You have to get up and go back to where you were sleeping before you—you know. Even though the power’s still out, it’s daylight, and the others will start getting up and about. Go—please!”

At that, she sits up and looks at me in surprise. Then, after a moment, her eyes go wide and she covers her mouth with both hands. The quilt falls from her grasp, exposing her bare breasts. There’s a knock at the door.

Before I can move or even think, Jazz pokes his head in, obviously looking for me. His long hair curls wildly around his shoulders beneath a stocking cap. He opens his mouth to say something, then takes in the scene in my room.