The three people left in the vast living area stared at each other for a long moment. Mike hadn’t been subtle. He’d run and hid. He hadn’t been happy to see Jim again. He’d been angry, and he’d had to calm himself down to listen to Josie. Something was going on here, something bad, and Jim needed to get to the bottom of it.
Debbie Ortiz, the stunning woman who’d brought them down here, raised an eyebrow. “Well. That was exciting. I’m sure you’re both tired. You’ve been on the run for a while. Separate bedrooms or one?”
Josie blushed. “It doesn’t matter. We were close friends before we got married—it’s why he offered, and why I accepted. I’m used to sleeping near him. And the dogs will be comfortable.” She froze. “Wait—I shouldn’t assume you’re okay with the dogs sharing the bed.”
Debbie
