TWENTY-THREE
ASLEEP IN THE BED Tulsi identified as Rowdy’s, Tess was deep in slumber when a whisper of pressure on her cheek roused her.
Her eyes opened a little, turning toward the contact, it took a second to focus. “Styx?” she mumbled, just making him out. “What time is it?”
“After three. Go back to sleep.”
“Are you just getting back?”
“Yeah.”
“Where are your friends?”
“Wreck went in to Tuls, Rowdy’s keeping watch. Harry’s getting some shut eye.”
Did someone have to keep watch if he was so sure the trouble wouldn’t follow them?
“You need to get some sleep too,” she said, wriggling across the bed. “You haven’t slept in a real bed since Vegas.”
She wasn’t counting the bed in their prison.
Without a word, he sat on the edge of the bed to unlace his boots then lay down. Opening h
