Chapter 20 Twenty

• Carol
• I stand at one of the large windows in Evans's house, in the lightly-used sunroom where I set up my easel, looking out at a beautiful sky. I'm thinking about painting it; the clouds are like strange wisps of satin, and I know they would be stunning rendered in watercolor.
• Before I can turn back to my easel, though, I feel arms wrapping around me from behind, strong and well-muscled. The touch is gentle, but it still spikes my heart rate. That's nothing, though, compared to the electric sensation of a kiss on my neck.