Sun slipping through the cracks in the vertical blinds woke her, and for a minute Kate couldn’t quite think of where she was, why the walls were so plain and bare, compared to the ones in her apartment, covered with all the prints that Jeff hadn’t liked and which she’d taken away from the much bigger townhouse they’d once shared. Her back was stiff, and she had a serious crick in her neck. From the bed?
No, from crashing your car into an empty building, she reminded herself. I don’t care how good your witch healer is — that sort of thing is going to leave some kind of a mark.
She sat up and glanced around. No sign of Jack, although she thought she heard the faint whispery sound of a shower running way off at the other end of the apartment. Made sense, since it seemed the second bathroom
