A short nap and a long shower in – in her new shower – found Senga unwilling to stop cuddling Erramun.
Which was, she supposed, kind of ridiculous. She had things to do. She had places to be.
She had a man who was amazing in bed, who could handle what she did, who had a mind.
Maybe that’s why Great-Aunt Mirabella had done this.
And maybe pigs flew. Continue reading