Chapter 18
She saw it as soon as she walked into the room.
The single red blindfold. The same one she’d left behind in Miami, waiting for her on top of the bed. Apparently, it had followed her here to Santa Fe. Like a really creepy puppy. One that provided no therapy whatsoever.
Cera dead-eyed the thing as she woodenly stripped. Not knowing, and not really caring, if he had a camera on her here, too.
One more night, one more night, one more night…
She climbed up onto the bed, letting the sandbag inside her chest fold her over, as she bent down. Butt in the air, presenting for him in his favorite position.
One more night, she told herself dully.
The click of a door opening came then. So soon after she was in position, she had to wonder if he’d been waiting on the other side of the ho
