“Door, knocking,” she said, then dropped her head back to the pillow before three more soft knocks sounded at my bedroom door. “What?” I yelled. The door opened slowly. “By ‘what’, I didn’t mean come in,” I growled, making sure Cassie was fully covered. “Come now, after your closing serenade last night, you can’t be that modest.” Cassie sank lower under the blankets. “What Brantley?” I gave him a pointed stare. “Paige just called and said she’s taking Liz to the hospital—no reasons, that’s all I know.” I dropped my head back and stared at the ceiling. Couldn’t we just have twenty-four hours? One day without stupid drama. “Okay. I’ll get dressed.” After Brantley shut the door, Cassie moaned and I kissed her forehead. “Want to stay here and sleep?”
