26ELEVEN AND A HALF HOURS LATERWhen I wake up, Judd's hands are folded on his chest, his fingers interlaced--including Boldfinger and me. The two of us are curled together, blue pinstripes entwined with red, as if we're more than archenemies.
It doesn't last long. As soon as I realize who I'm snuggling with, I break away from the embrace. When she flicks her nail against me, I'm not sure if she's trying to coax me back or push me further away.
Meanwhile, Judd's blinking at the sunlight streaming in from the window. He pulls up his left hand to shield his eyes. "How many weeks did I just sleep?"
"Beats me." I pop up and have a look around the bedroom. The report is good. "But things haven't changed much...in here, anyway." I give Judd the once over, too. "You don't look any dif
