Once she’d determined he truly was asleep, Danica crept out to the kitchen and nuked one of her frozen meals, then got out the satphone so she could call Caitlin. By then it was a little after seven o’clock, and Danica hoped she wouldn’t be disturbing her friend and her fiancé just as they were sitting down to dinner or something.
But Caitlin picked up right away. “Danica?”
“How’d you know it was me?”
A little laugh. “The same way I knew to send Eleanor over there. Is everything okay?”
“It’s fine. He’s fine. He’s sleeping now, thanks to Eleanor and you.”
Being Caitlin, she didn’t ask who “he” was. “What about you?”
Good question. Danica knew she was bone-weary, and she was worried how she should best break it to Robert that he was more than a hundred years away from everything he kne
