CHAPTER 20
Blinding sunlight streamed in from the window. Kennedy rolled over. What time was it? She squinted at her phone. Ten after nine? She couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept in so late. In fact, she didn’t even remember falling asleep. She knew something had happened last night. What was it?
“No, I’m sorry. She’s not up yet.” Was that Willow talking? Why was she whispering?
“We had a meeting scheduled for this morning.”
Kennedy recognized the voice but couldn’t place it, not until her brain had a little more chance to wake up.
“She didn’t say anything about it to me,” her roommate snapped.
“Does she tell you everything?”
Kennedy sat up in bed. “Who’s there?” she asked in a groggy voice.
Willow stepped aside to reveal Ian, the red-haired journalist. Kennedy had talked
