“Going somewhere?”
“GEEZ!” Victoria turned with a start, placing a hand over
her heart. “Derrick…you scared the crap out of me.”
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to.” He loomed in the doorway with the
glass he’d fetched from the kitchen, watching as she finished dressing. A smile
crept on his face as he listened to her rapid heartbeat and he set his drink on
the nightstand.
“I’ll never get used to that,” she exhaled and looked back
at the mirror and the absence of his reflection beside her. Touching a hand to
her face, she puckered her lips and gently brushed her cheek. “Do you ever miss it?”
“Sometimes,” he answered, watching as she primped herself.
