One Night on a Balcony
Chapter One
As predicted, Jill did not sleep one minute of the entire night. However, how
much of that she could blame on her usual insomnia and how much was Cole
Adams-induced she couldn't tell. Looking in the mirror, she added some extra
blusher to her pale cheeks and extra concealer to the dark circles beneath her
bloodshot eyes. Fixing the white apron over her navy skirt, she moved towards
the back door with only one comforting thought-Cole Adams was as much of a night
owl as she, so there was no way in hell he'd be up yet.
Even so, she didn't want to take any chances this morning, so she'd feed her
birds later, water the plants at some point before they died and in general stay
inside her own apartment until the memory of what she'd done faded. Ten or
twenty years ought to do it.
After locking the security screen, she got down about three steps when she heard
the deep, gravelly voice coming from behind her, seemingly out of thin air. As
the earth started spinning too fast, she did the only intelligent thing-she
gripped the banister for dear life.
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