NINETEEN
“UP! UP!”
Someone threw the sheet from her body. Tess rolled onto her back and instantly had to cover her eyes when the drapes were flung open to let in the morning light.
“What is going on?” she grumbled, tugging down the end of Daire’s tee-shirt that served as her pajamas.
“Get up,” Harry declared. “It’s time for us to move.”
“Time for us to… what?”
“Everything is packed,” he said. “Getting it out of here could take a couple of runs.”
She was still trying to figure out what was going on when the scent of coffee drifted her way. It tempted her out from beneath her shielding hands. On the nightstand was a travel mug without its lid. Steam rose from the top. Hope, right there wrapped in steel.
Sitting up, she tugged the shirt over her thighs and reached for the drink. “Wher
