She stumbled towards the door and unlocked it. “Hi, Maddie.”
Maddie slipped in. “Did I wake you?”
She shifted the bolt once again. “No, not really,” she lied. “Just got out of the shower.” She reached for a discarded shirt on the sofa and threw it on. “You're still in your get-up,”
Maddie rubbed her hands together as if cold. “Yeah. I just got back.”
“Want some champagne? I got it from that asshole's car.”
“No, thanks, Vickie. I'll pass.”
“So,” she began, taking a seat beside Maddie. “What's going on? Where did you suddenly get all the fanciness? Are you really married to Emilio and Gio's cousin?”
Maddie's eyes widened slightly. “You know Emilio?”
“Oh, yeah. I met them earlier this afternoon. We all had lunch.”
A hint of fear slipped through the quivering of Maddie's voice. “With
