White Wedding

The deep male voice of a morning DJ woke Shanna from a restless sleep. Without moving her head, she hit the snooze button on her clock radio. Ten minutes later the blaring sound of an alto sax roused her from slumber again. This time she raised her head, and opened one eye enough to turn off the alarm. The damage had been done -- she couldn’t return to sleep; her mind was active with thoughts. Thoughts and memories of her days and nights with Ross. Sighing, she threw back her covers and got out of bed to deal with the day.

She wasn’t scheduled to return to work until the end of next week, but she needed to keep her mind occupied. Just because she ended things with Kevin, it didn’t mean she was now going to go running after Ross. Hell, after what he witnessed at the airport, he probably didn’t want anything to do with her. She couldn’t blame him, but she still needed to give herself time. Time to decide what she truly wanted. What happened between her and Kevin wouldn’t be repeated with anyone else. She wanted to be sure of herself before she called Ross, though she’d be damned if she’d take five years to do it.