Nora woke slowly, lazily. She didn’t open her eyes immediately, wanting to hold onto the dream just a bit longer. It had been extraordinarily real, she mused. In fact, Nora could swear she actually ached sweetly in all the right places.

That’s damn real, she thought again, opening her eyes to peer through her tousled hair. A second later she realized she was naked – her usual nightshirt missing in action – and her stomach dropped. Not a dream then? Oh my god! As stunned as she was, Nora remained calm, or as calm as a 45-year old mother of three could be upon discovering she’d just spent the night with her son’s college roommate!

Even as she tried to remember how she’d ended up in this situation a man’s arm circled her waist and gently tugged her until she was pressed against his hard body. Nora tried not to squeal in surprise; better that he think she was still asleep, at least for now. How in the hell had this happened?