Although the guest bedroom at Nathan's house featured a large and soft queen-sized bed, Lizzie Zimmerman could not get comfortable. Every single part of her body ached, even the ones that had been spared direct contact with the deceptively smooth-looking ribbon of asphalt in front of her property.
Beside her, Donny slept so soundly that he snored, totally oblivious.
So jealous of that right now, she thought as she felt each vibration of his sonorous breathing. But I have to admit, I don't miss hearing it at all...
That made her giggle a little, and she lightly put her hand over her swollen and bruised mouth so she wouldn't wake him as she lifted her head and looked past him at the clock.
Four-fifty-one.
Well, this is useless. Might as well get up.
She gently worked her battered legs
