She stared blearily at the ceiling, her radio alarm going off for the sixth time. Resisting the urge to slap the snooze button again, she still couldn’t make herself get up. She’d tossed and turned most of the night after Jared had left, her fragmented wakeful periods filled with a jumble of thoughts. The banquet, Jared’s body close to hers as they danced in the elevator. How his hand had locked on hers as he’d towed her out of that uncomfortable moment with Doug at the end of the banquet. Amy’s tears. The situation with her and Doug was a puzzle that had disturbed Kelsey’s sleep the most. “Good morning, Greater New York area, if you’re due at work by eight o’clock and you haven’t left yet, give it up! Traffic is hell. You might as well stay in bed all day and listen to us!” Kelsey groaned, muttering curses on the too-chipper deejay as she rolled out of bed. Heading to the bathroom, she washed her face and stared at herself morosely in the mirror.
