Chapter 9
“Madeline! Madeline!”
She opened her eyes and saw Jo’s beautiful, foxy face looking at her with concern.
She felt as if she had been hit by a truck.
“What happened?”
“You tell me, Madeline. Lucas found you passed out on our doorstep. He carried you inside then went back for your bags and computer. Now tell me—how many gallons of coffee have you drunk today without any food in your stomach?”
“Just a couple. Can I sit up now? You’re too close.”
Jo eased off.
Madeline sat up.
She remembered trying to finish her article. But then she didn’t want to be late for their movie night, so she left the office. She'd brought her computer with her so that she could finish the work at home.
It was cold. She'd had a lot of coffee. And Jo was right—she hadn’t eaten anything. But that sh
