THIRTY-TWO
LONG BEFORE HER EYES actually opened, Tess was aware of lying on something soft, of being warm and loose. The clean scent of the pillow beneath her head complemented the freshness permeating the air. The drowsy fog didn’t ascend from her senses even after her eyelids parted.
She tried to focus through the glare of bright light shining beyond the window. The hotel. Her memories faded in and out. The light, the window… she wasn’t in a high-rise building anymore. There were plants outside, some kind of trees, houses, greenery… It wasn’t The Strip.
Sitting up, she clutched her heavy head to prevent it from falling into the pillow again. Her mouth was dry, her senses dull. What the hell had happened? Where was she? All she could remember was Daire walking out with Harry.
Somethin
