Perfect Stranger

Well, why not? She was a brand new bride and she seemed very happy. “Come on. Let me show you around .”

“Where’s… ah… Drake,” Lori asked .

“Oh, he won’t be arriving until late tonight.” Marie grinned. “He thought you and I would like some girl time to catch up without the new husband getting in the way.” She waved a dismissive hand. “I told him there’d be no problem but… he seemed almost nervous to meet you. Imagine that .”

Nervous? So, did that mean he’d recognized her, too? Did he have feelings of lust in return? The mere possibility sent Lori’s hormones dancing, chased away by guilt… and the realization that if it were true, the weekend would be excruciatingly long and awkward .

* * *

S unshine danced along the polished,dark hardwood floors as Lori padded into the kitchen, awakened by the smell of coffee. The house was very quiet. Marie and Drake must still be asleep. The coffee maker had probably been set to automatic .

She slipped into the kitchen, poured herself a cup and carrie