Naked Desperation

I stopped, my posture turning rigid. “Brenda. What are you doing here?” My voice was flat and unfriendly, laced with irritation at this invasion.

She stepped closer, her heels clicking loudly in the empty garage. “I came to see you. I have been trying to find you since we had coffee,” she said. "Colin said you just… disappeared. Went back to London.” She made a fake pout with her lips, tilting her