Chapter 40
Loretta squeezed her eyes closed, irritated at the growing light. She hadn't been asleep nearly long enough for the sun to be rising. Or maybe it had just been too long since she'd slept alone in her own damned bed.
She turned over and took a deep breath, hoping to be able to get back to sleep, and froze. This was her own bed. The sheets and pillowcase were far too soft to be at Gemma's, Karl's, or certainly on Bill's shaw.
The sun didn't come in her bedroom window.
Keeping her eyes closed, Loretta drew in another slow breath. Her imagination wasn't running away with her in her sleep. In fact, her mind had let things go way too far, and her guards had too. If her guards were still alive.
Rhysto's distinctive aroma of whiskey, cigars, and perfume were all around her. Pretend
