Chapter 60: A Night of Tenderness

Leonard Zimmerman shook his head with a rueful smile, cleared the bowls and chopsticks, and headed out. Sometimes women just dig in; best to give Lauryn Tibbert room to cool down. As usual, Heidi Casson had left a light on for him. Fresh from a bath, she smelled faintly of soap and warm skin. She hadn't put on her usual uniform; a wide bath towel was wrapped around her, her pale thighs bare, her whole body radiating a sultry grace that was hard to put into words. "There you are," Heidi greeted...