Against The Odds. Donna Kauffman

was likely long gone by now. Besides, you’ve built him up to a fantasy now. He’d never match up, and then there’d be disappointment all around. Best to leave him to her fantasies. He’d certainly more than fulfilled his potential there. She closed her eyes, willing sleep to come and take her, release her from thinking about him, from what to do about him, or whether there was anything to be done about him.

      Four days. Before we go our own way, back to our own worlds, never to cross paths again.

      His words, so clear in her mind, chased away sleep. He’d been so confident that he could give her what she wanted. And yet, he didn’t know her. Answers to questions, a police interrogation, that’s what he knew of her. How could he know what she wanted?

      I know what I want.

      She shivered, remembering the look in his eyes when he’d said that. And maybe that was all that was important. That he understood his own wants. She wished she were so confident. She wasn’t sure she could fulfill her own wants, much less any of his.

      She rolled to her back, forcing her thoughts to the real world. What was she going to do tomorrow? Regardless of whether Blackstone intended to fulfill his obligation to his guests, she felt that her interlude here was over. She didn’t want to stay here now. Her thoughts were too corrupted by everything that had happened, her fantasy bubble burst.