..continuation from Part I We scurried down the hall like tipsy kids sneaking candy, fingers laced, giggles bumping off the walls. Linda nudged the bedroom door with her hip, letting the hallway light spill across the rumpled sheets. “Lie back,” she murmured, eyes locked on mine. I eased onto the mattress, the comforter still warm from earlier. Grant followed, settling into the armchair near the foot of the bed. His chest...