Chapter 21
Merrick remembered he’d fought Jordan. The sound of her laughter lingered in his memory. But after that, what had happened? Why did he smell roses? It smelled like Thurman’s house: an over-abundance of fragrance that gave the place a magical feel. But he’d been at the warehouse, so why did he feel silky sheets against his bare chest?
His fight with Jordan had been real, hadn’t it? She’d gotten their painting; had trapped him.
Scotty, come and get him.
He was in trouble.
Merrick forced his eyes open as he sat up. Prepared to fight whoever guarded him, he caught his breath as the room spun.
“Take it easy, you’re safe.” Grant sat on the bed by Merrick’s left side.
Merrick eased back to the pillow, putting his right hand over his eyes. No doubt he was getting pale as his stom
