Chapter 11

I sat in the darkened maze for several minutes and wrapped the night around me. I wanted to inscribe every second of what had just happened into my memory. The way his hand inched up my back and traced over each vertebra and sent a shiver racing over my limbs. The heady scent of the jasmine as lassitude seeped through my body. The taste of his lips and tongue as he urged me to play a new game. Every teeny tiny detail had to be etched into recollection before I could rise from the seat, so that I might carry it with me always.

Besides, I needed time for my bones to knit back together and support my weight.

By the time I returned to the car, Stewart was looking for me.

"We've been summoned," he said and we walked back to our gleaming motorcar.

Frank waved us off, and I swear he knew something had happened with the way he winked conspiratorially at me.

The excited chatter on the way home hurt my ears. I tried to block them out, letting my gaze drift over the passing countryside. Than