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Maybe tomorrow.
Oh god, she wanted to hear Peter’s voice so badly! She wished she were home so he could come and comfort her. He’d certainly enjoy the fact that she had to stay off her feet. He wouldn’t even have to tie me to the bed, she thought longingly.
She began drifting into a long fantasy in which Peter played the doctor and she the helpless patient…and soon was smiling.Chapter Forty-Seven
She stood outside The Word Works bookstore, tugging nervously at her red dress.
She had waited outside Peter’s house Monday morning, parked down the block where she could see his car. She’d waited as long as she could, but he hadn’t come out before she’d had to go to work. She’d returned to her vigil on her lunch break but without success.
Tuesday morning had been the same but she had taken a later lunch break and had been rewarded by seeing him emerge from his house and get into his car. She’d followed him downtown and again stopped
