Chapter Fifty-Nine
A little ticked at Sam's brush off, especially after all they'd been through and the fact that she'd saved his life, Keegan had retreated to his room to lick his wounds. He was standing, looking out his window which overlooked the parking lot when he saw a head of long, messy auburn hair run across the lane and enter the parkade. A few minutes later, a blue sedan drove out. If he hadn't been watching, he would have missed the telltale flame-colored tresses. He spun around, only to remember too late that his body was still healing and almost every muscle he had still hurt. After a few slow deep breaths he could get the pain under control. He looked in his closet, only to see that he had no clothes. If he remembered right, someone had told him they'd cut them off him. A g
