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I roll onto my back, scoot around on the mattress, and grab a pillow from the head of the bed with my feet. Drawing my knees up, I manage to grasp it with a hand, then settle it under my head. I pull the covers up from the bottom of the bed until I can wriggle under them one-handed, then I lie on my back in the dark and stare at the ceiling, vowing I’ll find a way to make Callum regret this. Finally, when the sky beyond the windows is lifting from deep sapphire to pearl gray, I fall into a fitful sleep. I don’t know how long I’m out, but when I wake up, I’m looking at an upside-down view of Arlo. He’s leaning over me, smiling. “Good morning. I trust you slept well. Coffee?” I try to roll over, but am painfully reminded why I can’t when I almost yank my arm from the socket. I look at t
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