They met again that very night.
In Summer Thorne's bedroom at Kingscrest. On the bed.
In the throes of intimacy, some things between a man and a woman are easy to perceive.
Especially when they were so familiar with each other's bodies.
Summer Thorne had a feeling he wasn't in a good mood.
But she couldn't be sure.
After all, aside from his meeting with Renee Rowan that evening, she had no idea what else he had been through today.
From her perspective, at least, getting a clear answer from Renee Rowan and sorting out the relationship between them should have been a good thing for him.
'He must be upset about something else, then.'
In any case, she wasn't in a great mood herself. Having had too much to drink, her body and nerves were in a state of heightened excitement, and so she took the lead with great enthusiasm.
Even the night seemed to take on color.
The pink of her skin.
And the red of her lips.
It was intoxicating.
