Chapter 9
Ryan awoke Tuesday morning wondering where he was. Then he remembered. At Merrick’s insistence, he’d spent the night in the guestroom. He heard sounds coming from downstairs and knew Merrick was already up and moving. He was tempted to stay in bed for a while longer, anyway. It was large and ten times as comfortable as his one at home. He forced himself to get up, going into the bathroom to take care of business, wash his face, and brush his teeth.
Even the bathroom is luxurious. It was, with its granite counter tops, heated towel rack, and a shower-bath combo with a window looking out over the back yard. I could get used to this. But it’s not happening. I’ll be back at my place tonight. No sense in getting used to what I can’t have.
“You’re up,” Merrick said when Ryan entered
