Physical Attraction.
Grace paced around her bedroom the next morning as she thought about the dream she had had the previous night. Had it been a dream, or was it just a figment of her own imagination? No way. That had been too real to be a dream or just a figment of her imagination.
Who was that lady, and why had she appeared to her? How much did the lady know? What question had the lady been expecting her to ask? How had she left her bed and gone outside to share a glass of wine with a stranger?
She glanced at her wristwatch and noticed it was just past ten in the morning. That had to mean that it was around nine in the evening over at country A.
She needed to talk to someone, and the only person who knew about the situation and would understand her better was Ann.
She remembered she had also promised to return Ann's call the previous day before her outing with Brenna but had been too busy with the family drama to do so.