Page 55 of Sweet Sin

I’m not in the least bit hungry. I think I ate a few bites of scrambled eggs last night, but Falcon and I were supposed to have dinner.

But before that… We went for a dip in the hot tub… And—

The rest is a blur.

Except it’s a blur in exact detail.

I can’t explain it any better than that.

I walk back to the bedroom. I don’t need a shower since I had one last night. Falcon and I went straight to bed. We didn’t make love. Or have sex. Whatever it is that the two of us do.

We were both just too damned exhausted.

I can’t believe I slept so long, but I did. I don’t exactly feel refreshed, but I at least feel rested.

It was a good escape.

In fact… I lie back down on the bed, bringing Sammy with me, and inviting Sydney to join us. She jumps on the bed and snuggles up next to me. Sammy snuggles into her body.

The warmth of the dogs relaxes me—at least a little bit.

I close my eyes.

If I could only go back to sleep…

Then I jerk upward in bed.

Bridget. I was supposed to call Bridget. I was supposed to find my phone.

Then I lean back anyway.

I’m fired. That’s pretty clear. I couldn’t go to work today if I wanted to.

I’ll find my phone eventually, and I’ll call. I’ll explain what happened, and then I’ll resign.

Likely she’ll be glad to be rid of me.

I don’t know how much time passes before Falcon enters the room. Both dogs perk up their ears.

“Vannah?”

“Yeah?”

“How are you doing, baby? You okay?”

What a loaded question. Of course I’m not okay. I nearly killed a man yesterday, and because of me, my sweet landlord is dead, and his sweet wife is in the hospital.

My life is a big ball of shit.

Still, I nod. “Yeah.”

“My pal Leif Ramsey is meeting me at the hospital. I’ll check on Abel and Carlo and Mrs. Shaw.”

“I’m coming along.”

“You sure you don’t want to stay here with the dogs? You need to keep resting.”

“I should really be at work, Falcon. Why didn’t you wake me?”

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