Sasha Dearcroft peeled off her clothes as she snuggled into her bed.
Lying there in her bed in the cool of her room, she did not know how to get her conversation with Bruce out of her mind.
She groaned.
Sasha had been so tired that she had not been able to ask Leah what had happened.
Just ensuring she was unharmed and happy had been enough for herself and Rayne and the cousins had piled into their car and driven home.
Now, even though her eyelids were drooping, and she felt like her body was melting into her bed, Sasha wanted ever so desperately to shake Leah Dearcroft awake and ask her what had happened.
She would do that tomorrow, she decided.
Along with analysing her conversation with Bruce that evening.
Sasha was almost certain he had flirted with her, hadn't he?
Hadn't he slipped in a flirtatious smile here and there? Wasn't there a strong glint in his eyes that she had not missed?