You need to get moving.” Dan’s voice is soft, soothing—a sweet whisper against my ear. I turn toward him, my eyes opening just a fraction. “What? Where…?” “You’ve been asleep. But it’s time to get up. Your visitors will be here soon.” “Visitors?” I mumble, confused. Visitors! I come fully awake in a moment. Christ! Sally MacDonald. She might be here any second and I’m dozing in Dan’s bed. Shit! “Don’t panic. It’s only half past three. You’ve time for a quick shower if you want one. I brought you a cup of tea.” Dan’s voice is calm, in control. He grabs a pillow and shoves it behind me as I sit bolt upright, managing somehow not to knock the mug of steaming tea from Dan’s hand. “But, what if she’s early? I should be up. I ought to be downstairs by now. I need to check…” “No you don’t. There’s nothing needing checking and you’ve plenty of time. If they arrive early, we’ll keep them happy till you get down. Eva’s here with the children.
