246. Let me lay something down

Sara blinked rapidly, still in disbelief. "Eric, what are you doing here? Where's Kevin?"

"Who's Kevin?" Eric asked, puzzled.

"Don't play games, Eric. Where is Kevin?" Sara's voice trembled.

"Sara, it feels like you dreamed up your late husband last night." Eric smirked.

"Eric, stop it! Tell me where Kevin is!" Sara's frustration grew.

"Looks like the hangover is hitting you hard. I'll get you some lemonade," Eric said, getting up and calling housekeeping. "Can you send up a lemonade, please?"

Turning back to Sara, he saw her still in shock. Sitting by her on the bed, he said lovingly, "Sara, freshen up. I'll give you a ride."

Shaking, Sara asked, "Eric, what happened last night?"

Eric gazed at her quivering lips, raised his hand, and gently brushed his fingers across them.

"We were both drunk, Sara. It is not wrong. We've longed for this passion for years," Eric tried to reassure her.

Tears welled up in