"That dream has come back a couple of times, and mostly the same. It came back with a vengeance the night I saw you with the bitchy bartender," she said, standing up and pushing her chair back.

"Aren't you gonna finish your drink?" I said, also rising to my feet.

Paula snatched up her drink and mine and motioned in the direction of our bungalow. "I am pretty wound up and need to let off some steam. And I sure as fuck can't do that right here!"

I was speechless as I followed her, my eyes wandering up and down her body with pure desire, knowing I wouldn't get caught...