Chapter 15
BlairI scrubbed my eyes and stifled a yawn. The hall boards iced the undersides of my bare feet, and I shuddered. I’d woken up to an empty bed, and the lack of Samson’s warm body bothered me. It wasn’t just the heat; it was his presence I missed.
He’s probably gone to get something to snack on. We didn’t even have dinner.
My stomach rumbled agreement – the combination of Veuve Clicquot and the, uh, physical exercise had helped work up my appetite.
I trundled down the stairs, my steps masked by the gentle hum of the generator in the garage. A shout rang out and I froze, my foot halfway to the last step. I gripped the bannister and listened.
Voices from the living room? I turned my head. No, there was light in the kitchen, streaking out from the arch and lighting the parquet
