Don't Leave Me
Cynthia Ray
The shrill ring of her phone shattered the illusion.
Anastasia squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to ignore it. She tried to recapture the fantasy to bring Harry back into the moment, but the phone rang again, its persistent tone slicing through her thoughts.
With a frustrated sigh, she let the dream go.
A few minutes later, she emerged from the bath, refreshed and calm. Wrapping herself in a plush robe, she padded over to her dresser, picking up her phone.
Two missed calls. Natasha.
Frowning, she redialed.
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