Jade turned off the television and headed for her bedroom. When the doorbell rang, she opened it to see Logan standing there. All her hormones stood up to cheer. But Logan refused her invitation, standing firmly outside the storm door while he said what he'd come to say. Then he was gone, back to that bitch waiting in the truck.
Well, fuck him. She didn't need him.
She headed for her bedroom, stripping off her clothes along the way and tossing them onto a chair. Pulling one of her satin sleep shirts from a drawer, she carried it with her to the bathroom. Following her regular routine, she cleaned the makeup from her face and creamed her skin thoroughly. No matter how tired she was, she never sloughed this off. She was well aware that with each passing year it became more and more important to take meticulous care of herself. You couldn't market the goods if the packaging was flawed.