“Joshua,” Melanie’s voice was a breathy whisper.
Josh reached to turn on the bedside light, but thought better of it. He’d woken in time to see Melanie’s unmistakable silhouette slipping in the door, but not soon enough to be sure she was clothed. He was instantly sober. Or at least sober enough to not assume he was hallucinating.
“I shall go somewhere else. Back to the condo.” He could hear her gathering her things.
He could also hear her exhaustion. “No. I’ll go. I can sleep on the couch or something.” He remembered in time that he wasn’t wearing anything under the covers, so he stayed in place.
“Cassidy—” she said at the same moment he said, “Russell—”
They both hesitated.
“You don’t think it was some master plan?” she really did sound wiped out.
Joshua reached around on the fl
