The party had kept on until past three in the morning. She looked out the window. Broken furniture littered the terrace area, and more surprising, a motorcycle rested at the bottom of the pool. She shook her head. The Graphite Angels loved and fought like brothers. What a bunch of idiots. She couldn’t imagine Adam and his brothers acting so stupid. After feeding Kahlua and pulling the bedroom door shut, she wasted no time in searching for a different bedroom. She wanted one far from the pool and this part of the house where she kept running into Courtney. When she reached the main wing, she checked out the bedrooms there. One room had a black leather bedspread and red walls. Definitely not. Another stored furniture covered in drop cloths. A third revealed two people passed out in bed. As she backed out, she realized she knew them. Courtney and Jack! Holy crap! As silently as possible, she closed the door, but not before Courtney’s eyes popped open. Crap, crap, double crap! She did not want Courtney to come out and confront her.
