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Once satisfied with her appearance, Donovan rifled through her closet, fingers closing around a sied her breasts and fell into a straight line, touching the tops of her toes She slipped into a pair of white Fendi flats and headed out to the main room

It was almost dinner time

She heard voices and knew that Roger and Marythe pillows on the sofa, she set her guitar back in its stand and grabbed the book that was laying on the edge of the coffee table

Aldus Huxley The Doors of Perception

“Yeah, that’s so not going to happen,” she said with a laugh and tossed it into the bin Her fingers trailed over the People Magazines that were there, and for a moment, her joy dimmed The crap that was her life rose up, and she knew that if she let it, it would consume her

So she carefully folded the azines back and turned, a s open

Except it wasn’t Roger And it certainly wasn’t Mary

It was six feet two inches of soed to the only man to own her body and soul

Jack

She didn’t realize that she’d said his name out loud until she heard it echo in the room

“You look like shit”

She said the first thing that cahost of a smile played around the corner of his mouth

“I feel worse”

“How did you…” She began, but then a big wad of emotion closed her throat off, and there were no more words

But he didn’t need the up the distance in less time than it took to sneeze He scooped her into his arms and that was it She was done