He noted it immediately. “You look as if you didn’t sleep,” he said, concern in his voice. “I did and I didn’t,” she answered him. “Do I have to get up right now?” “No, of course not,” he said. “I’m going to go and get Ms. Buckley, Annie. You look drained, and we can’t have our grand-prize winner getting sick on us.” He hurried out, leaving her to fall back on her pillows. Nora Buckley came immediately to see what was the matter. “Go and bring her breakfast here,” she instructed Devyn. “She’s not used to all this luxury and is probably exhausted now that her weariness is beginning to set in, poor woman.” Nora entered Annie’s bedroom, closing the door behind her. Sitting down on the bed, she reached out to feel Annie’s forehead. It was damp, but not hot. “You look like you’ve been run over by a truck,” Nora said candidly. “Now tell me why.” Annie flushed.
