It looked relatively fresh, so I poured a cup and started to doctor it as I checked the rest of my messages. “Hey,” I said, answering my phone, still watching the two women. The offer’s still open. The weight and dimensions led me to think it was Erin, but I was surprised to see a tangle of honey-brown hair spread across my chest and a fair arm lying across me. Even though the paramedics were concerned that she might have a concussion, she wouldn’t go to the hospital and threatened to fill more body bags if anyone tried to take her. His loss was my gain. Something important enough that it was worth staving off carnal pleasure for a few more minutes. I’m taking Danni to brunch. Helen sat at the foot of my California King without a scrap of clothing on. It looked less sparse than the last time I’d seen it, which was good. “Oh god… I’ve missed this,” Helen muttered.
