Or should I say good evening?” Saskia opened her eyes and blinked in confusion. “Corinne?” Her friend popped up from the sofa in the sitting area and set aside the notebook she’d been scribbling in. “In the flesh. How are you feeling? You slept longer than I thought you would.” “What time is it?” “A little after two, I think.” “Two in the afternoon?” “Well, sure. You’re not that lazy. Nic said you went down about quarter after twelve, so you got about two hours. Feel any better?” “Just … confused. Where’s Nicolas?” “He had to go out, which is why he asked me to come over and stay with you.” Saskia pushed herself into a sitting position as Corinne hurried toward the bed, grinning when her friend had to grab the sheets to keep them from tumbling to her waist and flashing her company. “Careful there. It looks like someone forgot to put on their jammies.” Color stained Saskia’s cheeks. She’d forgotten a lot of things the last time she’d been awake.
