"On top of that, she'd been dreaming about him. Last night, she and he had been married, living in a cabin in the mountains. They'd talked about bears and how to dig a fishing hole. Then at some point, the dream had turned sexual and she'd been sixteen again, madly in love and hotly in heat.
Tension lingered despite the killer run, infusing her lower abdomen with frustrating heaviness, a reminder of what she may never feel again. Intermittent cramps taunted her."
Easy Loving -- Sheryl Lynn