Slowly she ended the call and let the phone fall to the bed, then glanced back at the note that she still hadn’t finished reading. She started at the beginning again, quickly skimming to the parts she hadn’t yet read. At the very bottom, in Malcolm’s distinctive scrawl, was written:
And call your girls and give them your new number so I don’t have to have my men haul one or all their asses out of my apartment again at five in the morning.
She laughed and then drew her knees up, hugging them to her body as she looked around in wonder. Was this really happening to her? How on earth had she fallen down the proverbial rabbit hole into an alternate reality?
She shook off the overwhelming sensation that she was fast spinning out of control and called Marcy first because the last thing Venus w
