Chapter 1 San Francisco, February 1993 Marlena was exhausted. Returning to her hotel room in the late afternoon on the third day of her conference in San Francisco, all she could think about was falling into bed, and it was barely 5:00 pm. The weather was cold, and even though she was wearing multiple layers, …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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