Doriana turned off the TV and dropped the remote on
the bed. Thinking about Logan teased her with questions.
Why was Logan at the fire site with her dad? That story
about his having fire experience didn’t ring true. What
were Logan and her father hiding?
Thankfully, the workweek had been short with the
two-day holiday. She needed time away from Logan and
all the longings, confusion and guilt he stirred in her.
She trusted Anita to keep her secret. Would her own
guilt force the truth? Logan hadn’t cared enough to stay
around the first time. Would knowing about Josh keep
him here now?
Doriana got up from the bed and ran
impatient fingers through her hair. She was obsessing
way too much about Logan. She walked toward the bathroom, pulling her
sweater over her head. Too bad she couldn’t peel away her
problems as smoothly. The ring of the phone stopped her.
Slipping her sweater back on, she hurried to answer it.
Josh calling to say goodnight? She doubted it.
“Hello,” she said into the receiver.
“Hello, sexy.” At the crude, unfamiliar voice, she
tightened her grip on the phone. Chills chased up her
“Who is this?” Her voice shook.
“Oh, you don’t know me. Not yet. But I sure know
you. You’re sexy as hell, especially in those tight black
Doriana slammed down the phone. Her insides
quivered and she ran trembling hands along the sides of
her black pants. Had her caller guessed at what she wore?
Or was he watching? She gulped air.
The phone rang again and she let out a small cry.
She balled her hands, digging her nails into her palms.
She would not pick up the phone. The answering machine
“You can’t get away from me that easy.” The harsh
voice, laced with menace, froze her. “I know you’re alone.”
Almost seeing his leer, she shoved a shaking fist to her
“Let me in, bitch. I’ll show a hot number like you
what a real man is. Not like that pretty boy you’ve been
hanging around with.”