The next morning, a sharp rapping on my door woke me from a blessedly dreamless sleep.
"Ugh," I mumbled. "I"m coming!" They probably couldn"t hear me, but it made me feel better to tell them I was on my way.
Cracking an eye, I cursed whoever was on the other side of the door. I threw my covers off and rolled out of bed. The knocking grew more insistent. "I"m coming!" I repeated, then pulled on a big sweatshirt and hurried to look out my peephole.
Corinne stood on the other side. "Open the door!"
I frowned. What was she doing here? I didn"t think I"d ever seen her up and about this early. She always left the Rose Lounge after me, which meant she"d have had less sleep.
It took a second to disengage all the locks, but finally, I had the door open.
Corinne scurried in with a bag of somet
