the next morning everything hurt. Her head throbbed, her arms, legs and abs ached like they never had before. It was even worse than the weekend her and Becca had tried Booty Boot Camp. Her face felt tight and raw, she was sure she had an awful sunburn. As she lay in bed cataloging all of her aches and pains she decided it might be easier to concentrate on what didn’t hurt. Her eyes didn’t hurt, she thought mildly. Then she opened them and the glare from the sunlight burned. Okay, scratch that, there wasn’t anything that didn’t hurt.
She kept her eyes closed a few minutes longer and then again tried to gradually open them, shielding the light from her eyes. She felt like she had a massive hangover and she hadn’t even had any fun last night to make it worth it. Last night . She thought of the heated argument she’d gotten into with Ben. Thinking only made her head hurt worse, she decided to put off any heavy thinking until after she’d had her coffee. Lots of coffee.
She rolled out of bed groaning, with her eyes still squinted nearly shut against the bright sunshine. She hadn’t remembered leaving the curtains open last night, but they were pulled wide allowing the glaring sunlight to fill her room. She wondered if Mrs. Owens would have come in to open them while she was sleeping. Then it dawned on her, the sun was up. Ben hadn’t woken her this morning.
She turned to the bedside clock and saw that it was almost noon. She’d slept all morning! She hadn’t done that since she was a teenager. It was understandable after the hours of manual labor that she’d endured the day before, but she was confused why Ben had let her sleep. Wouldn’t he have enjoyed torturing her before dawn in the state she was in this morning?
A scary thought crossed her mind, maybe he had. Maybe he’d opened the curtains, but she’d refused to wake so he’d left her. The thought of Ben in her room while she slept made her anxious, but it had also helped to jolt her awake.
She went to the bathroom and showered. The hot water stung her sunburned face, but relaxed her aching muscles. After the shower she looked through her closet for something to wear into town. She chose a navy blue shift dress with a matching belt, she figured it was very appropriate for the New England setting. She matched her room nicely.
She brushed her teeth and grabbed her make-up bag but realized that with her skin so flushed from the sunburn she really didn’t need to add any more color to her face. She opted for just a clear gloss on her lips and a little mascara. She pulled her hair back into a French braid that ran the length of her back, and finally slipped on her strappy blue heels.
She took one last look in the mirror and decided that aside from the goose-egg on her forehead at her hairline, she looked pretty presentable. Definitely much better than she’d felt when she’d woken up. She made her way downstairs and wondered if she’d find anyone in the kitchen at this hour. She wasn’t sure where else Mrs. Owens spent her time, but wanted to make sure to let her know that she was running to town.
The kitchen wa s empty when she walked in, Cassidy crossed over to the coffee pot, placing her hand against it. Thankfully it was still hot.
“Can I get you something , dear?” Mrs. Owens voice came from behind startling her. She jumped as she spun around to face her. Did she have some sort of sixth sense to know when someone was in her kitchen?
“I was just about to head to town to meet with Mr. Woodard.” Cassidy explained “I was going to fix some coffee before I left.”
“Oh please, let me get that for you.” Mrs. Owens smiled as she opened a cabinet and retrieved a travel mug. She poured the coffee, adding cream and sugar just as Cassidy had done the other day. Mrs. Owens was very observant. Cassidy figured that came naturally after spending forty years running a bed and breakfast. It was a shame that she was already a widow and without
She kept her eyes closed a few minutes longer and then again tried to gradually open them, shielding the light from her eyes. She felt like she had a massive hangover and she hadn’t even had any fun last night to make it worth it. Last night . She thought of the heated argument she’d gotten into with Ben. Thinking only made her head hurt worse, she decided to put off any heavy thinking until after she’d had her coffee. Lots of coffee.
She rolled out of bed groaning, with her eyes still squinted nearly shut against the bright sunshine. She hadn’t remembered leaving the curtains open last night, but they were pulled wide allowing the glaring sunlight to fill her room. She wondered if Mrs. Owens would have come in to open them while she was sleeping. Then it dawned on her, the sun was up. Ben hadn’t woken her this morning.
She turned to the bedside clock and saw that it was almost noon. She’d slept all morning! She hadn’t done that since she was a teenager. It was understandable after the hours of manual labor that she’d endured the day before, but she was confused why Ben had let her sleep. Wouldn’t he have enjoyed torturing her before dawn in the state she was in this morning?
A scary thought crossed her mind, maybe he had. Maybe he’d opened the curtains, but she’d refused to wake so he’d left her. The thought of Ben in her room while she slept made her anxious, but it had also helped to jolt her awake.
She went to the bathroom and showered. The hot water stung her sunburned face, but relaxed her aching muscles. After the shower she looked through her closet for something to wear into town. She chose a navy blue shift dress with a matching belt, she figured it was very appropriate for the New England setting. She matched her room nicely.
She brushed her teeth and grabbed her make-up bag but realized that with her skin so flushed from the sunburn she really didn’t need to add any more color to her face. She opted for just a clear gloss on her lips and a little mascara. She pulled her hair back into a French braid that ran the length of her back, and finally slipped on her strappy blue heels.
She took one last look in the mirror and decided that aside from the goose-egg on her forehead at her hairline, she looked pretty presentable. Definitely much better than she’d felt when she’d woken up. She made her way downstairs and wondered if she’d find anyone in the kitchen at this hour. She wasn’t sure where else Mrs. Owens spent her time, but wanted to make sure to let her know that she was running to town.
The kitchen wa s empty when she walked in, Cassidy crossed over to the coffee pot, placing her hand against it. Thankfully it was still hot.
“Can I get you something , dear?” Mrs. Owens voice came from behind startling her. She jumped as she spun around to face her. Did she have some sort of sixth sense to know when someone was in her kitchen?
“I was just about to head to town to meet with Mr. Woodard.” Cassidy explained “I was going to fix some coffee before I left.”
“Oh please, let me get that for you.” Mrs. Owens smiled as she opened a cabinet and retrieved a travel mug. She poured the coffee, adding cream and sugar just as Cassidy had done the other day. Mrs. Owens was very observant. Cassidy figured that came naturally after spending forty years running a bed and breakfast. It was a shame that she was already a widow and without
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