Noise, and light. Noise, light and confusion. Abby turned onto her back and flung her forearm over her eyes to shut out the hot yellow glare from the motel window. Motel window. She sat bolt upright in the unfamiliar bed and then scrabbled for the sheets when she realized she was naked. He was naked, too. Very naked, and doing something with a rustling plastic bag. That was the noise, that and the clink of metal against metal. She turned her head to look for its source and saw Mort with his head in a dish, crunching kibble with every appearance of relish. Abby’s stomach gave a long, loud growl in sympathy. Cade, naked, glorious Cade, turned to look at her and a grin split his asymmetrical face. “I’m working on it, Abby. How does dry cereal and bad black motel-room coffee sound?” “Heavenly.” She smiled back, but then her bladder demanded her attention.
