Trust Me (4 page)

Th
e
bathroo
m
wa
s
quit
e
nic
e
wit
h
th
e
sp
a
tu
b
an
d
separat
e
showe
r
against one wal
l
o
f
th
e
room, a doubl
e
sink in the center across from the doo
r
,
a
toile
t
an
d
bide
t
against the opposite sid
e
behin
d
a
hal
f
wal
l
o
f
froste
d
glass. I
t
wa
s
b
y
fa
r
th
e
bes
t
thin
g
abou
t
th
e
roo
m
an
d
sh
e
ha
d
use
d
th
e
luxuriou
s
tu
b
twic
e
s
o
far
.
Wit
h
he
r
kindl
e
i
n
han
d
an
d
a
glas
s
o
f
win
e
o
n
th
e
ledg
e
nex
t
t
o
her
,
th
e
pulsatin
g
bubble
s
easil
y
relaxe
d
th
e
je
t
la
g
fro
m
he
r
bac
k
an
d
legs
.
Sh
e
fel
t
lik
e
a
quee
n
an
d
relishe
d
ever
y
secon
d
sh
e
spen
t
i
n
th
e
porcelai
n
bowl.

Th
e
cloc
k
o
n
th
e
bedsid
e
tabl
e
rea
d
fiv
e
fiftee
n
i
n
dark-re
d
numbers
.
Sh
e
ha
d
enoug
h
tim
e
t
o
tak
e
a
quic
k
tu
b
befor
e
he
r
dat
e
wit
h
Creighton
.
He
r
date
!
Goo
d
Lord
,
sh
e
couldn’
t
believ
e
sh
e
wa
s
goin
g
ou
t
wit
h
a
ma
n
sh
e
ha
d
onl
y
jus
t
met and the anxiety began to raise its head again
.
Sh
e
wondere
d
wha
t
he
r
sister
,
Cathy
,
woul
d
sa
y
abou
t
he
r
goin
g
t
o
dinne
r
wit
h
a
ver
y
handsom
e
ma
n
sh
e
ha
d
know
n
fo
r
les
s
tha
n
si
x
hours
.
Wit
h
a
wear
y
smile
,
sh
e
kne
w
exactl
y
wha
t
Cath
y
woul
d
say
,
“
goo
d
fo
r
you
,
‘bou
t
time
,
don’
t
forge
t
t
o
wea
r
underwear
.
It’
s
th
e
takin
g
the
m
of
f
par
t
that’
s
mos
t
exciting
.
”

He
r
siste
r
wa
s
th
e
fu
n
one
,
sh
e
though
t
a
s
sh
e
gathere
d
togethe
r
th
e
item
s
sh
e
neede
d
fo
r
he
r
bath
.
Cath
y
wa
s
th
e
out goin
g
an
d
goin
g
ou
t
one; the one who had bee
n
o
n
mor
e
date
s
tha
n
th
e
numbe
r
o
f
book
s
Sandr
a
ha
d
read
,
an
d
tha
t
wa
s
a
lot
.
Cath
y
hate
d
stayin
g
hom
e
wher
e
Sandr
a
preferre
d
silenc
e
an
d
solitude
,
curle
d
u
p
o
n
col
d
nights
-
ho
t
one
s
fo
r
tha
t
matter - wit
h
a
glas
s
o
f
wine
,
a
goo
d
boo
k
an
d
sof
t
classica
l
musi
c
i
n
th
e
background
.
That’
s
probabl
y
wh
y
sh
e
rarel
y
dated
;
he
r
expectation
s
ar
e
to
o
hig
h
fo
r
an
y
ma
n
t
o
mee
t
them
.

Sandr
a
wante
d
th
e
handsom
e
her
o
sh
e
ha
d
alway
s
rea
d
about
,
th
e
knigh
t
i
n
shinin
g
armor
,
th
e
rugge
d
an
d
unpredictabl
e
rogu
e
wh
o
stol
e
th
e
heroine’
s
hear
t
an
d
seduce
d
he
r
unti
l
sh
e
wa
s
mindles
s
an
d
satiate
d
fro
m
th
e
lon
g
session
s
o
f
passio
n
an
d
sex
.
That’
s
th
e
typ
e
o
f
ma
n
sh
e
wa
s
lookin
g
for
,
no
t
a
countr
y
bo
y
whos
e
onl
y
interes
t
wa
s
playin
g
backsea
t
bing
o
o
r
a
quic
k
rol
l
i
n
th
e
hay
.
Sh
e
wa
s
lookin
g
fo
r
th
e
adventurou
s
type
,
handsom
e
beyon
d
words
,
a
gentl
e
instructor
,
th
e
typ
e
tha
t
coul
d
d
o
thing
s
lik
e
scub
a
divin
g
o
n
th
e
spu
r
o
f
th
e
moment and eat pasta with a strange girl from another country
.
Sh
e
wa
s
lookin
g
for…
.
Creighto
n
Ashford.