Scrooge and the Single Girl. Christine Rimmer

Everything in that warm place seemed to glow. They glowed, Jilly and her fantasy lover, rolling and rippling, rising and falling, forever and ever….

      Jilly closed her eyes again.

      And they were back in his bedroom, lying contentedly side-by-side. He captured her hand, brought it to his mouth and pressed those wonderful lips of his to the back of it. She actually felt his breath on her skin.

      Without stopping to think, she did it again, let her eyes drift shut.

      And that time, when she opened them, she found herself lying in the bed upstairs, dressed in her fuzzy pjs once more.

      Will had not come with her. Sweet old Mavis was tucking her in, bending close, smiling slightly, blue eyes mysterious and maybe a little bit sad.