The next morning, Cordelia stood in the shower, trying to adjust to her new reality: she was Millie Baker, she was in Lawrence, Kansas, she had a closet-full of clothes and shoes and accessories that cost way more than a year of her salary, she was in her gigantic ensuite bathroom… and in two days, she was meeting someone who sold kidnapped babies.
My life is very, very weird right now.
She sighed and turned off the shower, stepped out and wrapped herself in a massive fluffy towel. She’d only ever seen towels like this in movies. The property rental agency hadn’t stinted on anything for its temporary renters, she’d been both impressed and a bit overwhelmed to see when she and Hunter – no, Garrett – had arrived late the night before. The house was huge, more of a mansion, really, and when
