* * *
Madeline collapsed into bed, exhausted in more ways than one. She
nestled her body into the firm mattress and shut her eyes, grateful, in a
sense to be alone again. Her body was still pulsating from her passionate
interludes with Mark and she knew the sensations would remain with her
for at least the next several hours.
But the rest of the day would be filled with taxing rehearsals, so
getting some quality rest was absolutely essential. Yet even as the first
wave of sleep washed over her, she knew that like Ken before him, Mark
Donnelly was about to play a pivotal role in her life.