Elizabeth woke up to the sound of the TV and realised Francesca had woken up long before them and come downstairs. She was wearing Sawyer’s clothes again – not that she really had any other choice – and they looked surprisingly good on her. Her hair was still wet from taking a shower, which she hadn’t been able to do before; she had obviously taken advantage of the fact her brother wasn’t being so overprotective and had slept in to wash and dress in peace. She was holding a cup of coffee and sipping it occasionally as she watched the morning news.
Elizabeth sat up clutching the duvet to her, embarrassed that she was still naked on the floor after the night before.
“Productive night?” Francesca asked without looking away from the TV, and Elizabeth blushed.
Sawyer stirred beside her, reac
