She stopped in the entry, just inside the archway. The great room was empty but she could hear them… . They were all downstairs already: Brendan had them at the table in the dining room, filling out their journals and mood questionnaires.Laurel was afraid even to walk into the room, to feel her body flame with heat, her cheeks flush—it was obvious, so obvious; she felt everyone would be able to see her shame. But when Brendan looked up at her from the table there was nothing in his face. “Dr. MacDonald, you survived the night. So nice to have everyone still with us,” he joked.He was either the best actor she’d ever seen, or he actually didn’t remember.The alternative was something she didn’t even want to contemplate.She took a chair, and Tyler watched her with a secretive smile, until she felt quite insane with doubt.But surely I would have been able to tell. Yes, they’re both tall, with good muscles on slender frames. But I would have known. Surely. Surely.The thought was creepily incestuous.Katrina was looking at her and Laurel forced her face still.
