The Haunted Harley Part 4
The next day
Miranda lay there under her silk sheets afraid to open her eyes, she didn't want to face the morning. She silently scolded herself for her weakness of breaking a long-time vow to never, ever, ever slept with any man after the first date, no matter how attractive or desirable they might be. She tentatively reached out her hand to the space next to her, it was empty. She was not surprised, typical male behavior. He got his...