Sunlight filters through my eyelashes as I open my eyes and blink them several times, trying to fully regain consciousness and remember where I am and what’s going on.

Then, it all comes back to me. I am at Braxton’s house--in his bed--or at least his guest room. We made love last night, and even though I have never been with another man, other than my husband, I do not regret it. Not one bit.

I roll over, expecting to find the bed empty beside me. If it had been Jeff, he ...