“Oh, yeah,” Jake said, a lift at the corner of his mouth seeming to suggest that he understood exactly what she’d been asking.
Luckily, no one expected me to give any gory details, not with my brother standing right there and listening to the exchange with slightly raised eyebrows.
“I slept like the dead,” I volunteered. “And this morning, we went out and had a great breakfast.”
“Sounds like your outlook on life has definitely improved,” Connor said, and I nodded.
“I’m doing much better today,” I told him. “Thank you again for coming to my rescue — and for somehow getting my stuff.”
I still didn’t know exactly how they’d managed it, but when I’d gotten ready that morning, I found all my clothes hanging in the closet and my toiletries safely stowed in the master bath. Maybe at some poi
