Chapter Twenty-Two
Tamsin opened her eyes. She felt something scratchy between her right shoulder blade and the bed sheets. She pushed herself up and glanced over her shoulder. A crumb.
Diane had brought them up a few slices of toast to nibble on last night, which had been the extent of their dinner.
Diane. Where was she?
Tamsin looked around the room. To her right, the curtains had been drawn over a small window. To her left, a chair had Tamsin’s clothes draped over its back. Underneath the sheets, Tamsin was naked. They had really done this. Tamsin had just woken up in Diane Thompson’s bed, only… Diane was nowhere to be seen.
She listened for sounds in the house. Maybe Diane had gone down the stairs to fetch more toast, famished from making love—and missing dinner. In her own house,
