FORTY
“Roxie!” Jolted awake, it took her a second to focus. “You’ve gotta get up, Roxie.”
Breathing in, she lifted her head from an unfamiliar pillow. “What?”
What was…? Glancing around the small room, it was only when she registered Barrow throwing open the curtains and striding back toward the bed that she recalled what had happened.
His apartment was comforting. Although not that neat, it was clean. She’d curled up on the couch and closed her eyes before they got to conversation. Talking to anyone was beyond her capability. Last night and in the light of the new day.
“You’ve gotta get up.”
“What’s going on?”
“I’m gonna get arrested, that’s what’s going on. Come see this.”
He stomped his way out of the bedroom. The bedroom. Had she fallen asleep in the bedroom? Pushing the covers
