My second thought was that judging by the décor, she lived in a brothel. By the time I sat up and actually had a coherent thought, I was staring straight at a framed picture of Embers and May which had been strategically placed on the dresser across from me. Right. I hadn’t been kidnapped. This was way worse. I could hear voices coming from the living room. With my eyes still closed, I stretched out my arm, checking the mattress for May. She was already up. This was excellent news for me, since it meant that Jessa was with a semi-responsible adult and I could remain in bed for at least another fifteen minutes. Although, the longer I lay there, the more aware I became of the heavenly coffee scent which had somehow managed to waft into my room in spite of the door being shut. Damn Margo and her wonderful ways. I wasn’t going to be able to wait fifteen minutes. I wasn’t going to be able to wait five.
