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The following morning, Carys rushed back to her apartment. She was vacillating between telling herself that the previous night had been wrong, and smiling dreamily at the memories of the pleasure Rafi had given her.

But as soon as she stepped through the door of her own apartment, Carys could tell something was…

off. Everything was still where it should be and yet…

something was wrong. Carys looked around, not sure why she was hesitating.

Instead of heading directly to her bedroom to shower and change, she stood very still, listening.

After several minutes and nothing moved, no one burst out from behind a doorway, Carys could breathe again.

“You’re being silly!” she whispered to herself. Taking a deep breath, she forced her feet to carry her deeper into her apartment. She was cautious, looking around.

“No one is here,” she whispered, still looking around.

She dumped her tote bag on her neatly made bed and…

! Wait. Why was her bed made? Had she done that yesterday morning?

Carys hated making her bed. It was both a rebellion, because her stepmother and father had forced her to make her bed every morning, grounding her if it wasn’t up to her stepmother’s very particular standards.

Plus, she simply didn’t see the point of making the bed every morning.

Why make the bed when one is just going to mess it up again later?

Nervously turning away from the neatly made bed, she stepped into her bathroom.

Was everything…cleaner than before? Was she losing her mind?

Carys might not make her bed every morning, but she was relatively clean.

Still, she didn’t remember her bathroom being this clean. Everything seemed to sparkle!

But…who would break into her apartment to clean? Burglars simply didn’t do that! Nothing was missing, everything was just…cleaner than she remembered.

“This is nuts!” she muttered and ignored the oddities. “You’re running late for work!”

She jumped into the shower, then dressed. If Carys put more effort into her appearance this morning, it was simply because she felt so good. After being with Rafi last night, she felt…happier than usual. Plus, he’d given her the green light on her marketing ideas. Life was pretty good!

Yeah, she knew that last night with him had been a one night stand. Still, it had been nice.

No, “nice” wasn’t a strong enough word. It had been…

! “Wow!” she whispered as she pulled on a pair of black knee high boots to go with her black skirt and pink sweater.

Grinning, she fluffed her hair, checked her lipstick, then grabbed her bag and headed out the door to work. Was there an extra bounce to her step?

Carys chuckled quietly as she headed for the subway. “You’re being silly,” she scolded herself, then stuck her earbuds in to listen to the news on the ride to work.