The StormChapter 35
John lounged on the bed, flipping channels between CNN and the Weather Channel. He knew that Anita was up to something but didn’t know what. Certainly, the gleam in her eyes earlier had been interesting. He still wore his slacks, and his shirt was open, although he had kicked off his shoes and peeled off his socks. A tap on the door focused his attention away from the television. “Door’s open,” he called out. The door popped open, and Phoebe stepped inside. She had changed into a short and...