Her face was a little flushed, though, and her eyes actually seemed to glow with satisfaction. Jules had seen herself looking like that a couple of times in the mirror. Usually after she’d just had good sex. She looked out the window before Vivian could catch her staring. Well, heck, if Vivian could get some postcoital bliss from eating a pizza once in a while, good for her. It’d be good for everybody else around her too. But the memory of Vivian’s glow and the huskiness of her voice bothered Jules all day. For some damn reason. * * *
