Chapter 8

• Jennah glanced out the window as she rubbed her hair dry. The snow was falling from the dark night sky. She hung the towel over the curtain rod and turned back to the mirror. She hadn’t heard anything from Dominic yet and she didn’t know how to go about contacting him. Did she go to bed and just hope he showed up while she slept—again? Should she try to concentrate and see if she could reach him?
• Sighing, she walked out to the small sitting area and picked up her book. Either way, she was going to go climb under the covers and relax. She didn’t have to get up before dawn to go to work, and for the next twenty-four hours, she didn’t have to deal with crazed, holiday-afflicted people.
• She climbed under the covers and sat back against the pillows. Closing her eyes, she let out a slow breath and allowed all the tension from the last few days to ease out of her shoulders. She slid down further on the pillows. Her book wasn’t even going to get opened.