Her night had been restless, and Memphis had unintentionally woken her early with the shower. She needed coffee and lots of it, but before she could get her hands on any, someone banged on the door. Kennedy dragged her hand through her hair, hoping she didn’t have a terrible case of bed hair, and opened the door.Blondie from the front desk stood on the other side, a large, flat, rectangular box leaning against her side. Kennedy scratched her head, trying to remember the woman’s name.“Good morning.” Blondie was way too chipper so early in the morning.“Uh, morning.”“This was delivered for you this morning.” Blondie flashed a megawatt grin and picked up the package from the ground. She walked in without invitation and placed the mystery gift on the island.“For me?” Kennedy said. “Are you sure it’s not for Memphis?”“Positive.” Blondie nodded and flashed another blinding smile at her as she headed to the door. “Mr. Bell’s assistant was very clear it was for you.”“Mr.
