Doris swallowed hard and looked away. Those two were the exact nights when she was reading the first and second books of Fanny Firth’s Forbidden Escapades. She hadn’t realized that drowning herself into those racy yarns would make her lose sense of her surroundings. There was no point denying that now, she was a lousy liar anyway.

“I... well, yes... I will admit to that, Jess.” She took a deep breath and looked the younger woman in the eye. “Lately I’ve been having these strange ...