CHAPTER 46
Soft fragrant breezes caress her awake. Lary opens her eyes, turning to look out the window. The hum of distant traffic floats in and out of the curtains. An occasional dog barks. A muted guitar strums. A caged parrot on a balcony squawks.
Where am I?
She sits up frowning, confused. Her jaw aches. Her nose aches. Something cold slips from her forehead like a dead frozen trout. She turns to look on the sheets. A gel ice pack unfolds from an embroidered terry facecloth. She picks it up.
The initials MGO are expertly stitched into the corner in indigo thread. MGO. Who in the popcorn is MGO?
A soft purring sound emanates from somewhere in the room. Panicking, she jumps onto the floor and spins around. On the other side of the king-size bed, a man sleeps peacefully on his back,
