Jessica was snuggling with Lolita on the pull-out sofa bed at the Residence Inn, watching an old Hitchcock movie playing on TV.
Since she’d refused to let Nick take her home, she was stranded unless Lolita gave her a ride back to Brentano Hall. But even the thin lumpy sofa bed was better than a desk in the attic.
She moved her bare feet back and forth across the smooth fabric of the hotel’s cotton blend and realized how much she missed sheets. Sleeping in her dirty jeans and western shirt for the last week had been like sleeping in a straitjacket. Freed by a pair of Lolita’s silky pajamas, finally her body could relax, even as her mind kicked into high gear.
“Nick was such a friggin’ jerk. I’ll never forgive him.” She rolled onto her side facing Lolita. “And I didn’t even get my revenge
