Chapter Eleven
Madison Southworth awoke from a deep sleep at 6:30 a.m. the next morning. She blinked and her gaze focused on the tweed blanket that encased her small frame. She was startled for a moment and then realized that she was in Cogent's apartment. She was so out of it the night before that she didn't recall driving over to his place. She pulled the blanket back and quickly arose from the sofa. Her dress was disheveled and she smoothed her hands over the wrinkled fabric. Then she brushed her black locks away from her eyes. Madison smelled the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Her stomach felt queasy, and she was nauseous from the overdose of the sedative. She looked at her watch and sauntered out to the kitchen. Cogent was scooping up the plate of scrambled eggs.
“Good morning,” Co
