Sunlight stabbed her eyes and she immediately slammed them shut again. What time is it? When the phone rang again, she snatched the receiver off the cradle. “Hello.” Her voice croaked over the line. She coughed to clear it. “Ms. Cartel?” Liz questioned. “Yes. What is it?” She looked around to find the clock. It was well past one in the afternoon. She’d slept in two days in a row. That had to be a record. “Is there something wrong?” she asked. “Uh, no. It’s nothing like that. I figured you’d want to know that Nathan Edwards, Travis Edwards’s son, has arrived in town.” “Yeah, I know. I ran into him a couple of times yesterday.” Carissa swung her legs out of bed, but made no attempt to stand. “Luckily for me, he has no idea who I am and I intend to keep it that way.” “Oh.” Carissa frowned. “What does ‘oh’ mean?” “Well, I think you should know that Mr. Edwards had called here at the office asking questions.” “When? What did he want to know?”
