Exposé (Sally Harrington, #1)

by Laura Van Wormer

I can't believe I can even write that. Feelings for another woman. Yes, that's what they are. And there's more. I know I am attracted to her. Physically. I had her over for dinner again. Nothing happened, of course. I'm beginning to think she won't let anything happen. We just talked about Michael and I sautéed some vegetables in garlic and olive oil, and made some bread and tossed a salad. It was pretty good. She loves all the old movies and collects a lot of Garbo, Lombard, Hepburn, et cetera. She'd never seen Now Voyager and so I rented it and it was great, as always, although I felt depressed after. I am married, mother of one child. What am I doing? I had some wine. She doesn't really drink, she says. I did, anyway, because I was nervous. Scared, I suppose is more like it. Not of her. Of me. Michael's in town, I hear, but I don't know where. Part of me wants him in a rehab, part of me wants him dead, I get so angry. He told the bank manager I stole all his money.