Chapter 8
Sunlight brushed Martha’s cheek while she slept on soft sheets and curled away from the heat, her eyes closed.
Jordan’s warm body that had been beside her was gone, but then the weight of the mattress shifted and she felt his hands on her side as he pulled at her sheets. She opened her eyes.
“Sleep a little longer,” he said.
Then why did he open the blinds to let her know it was day?
She sat up to ask, but then she heard women outside the bedroom door. She straightened out a few of the knots in her hair and yawned. “Do I hear voices in our apartment?”
He nodded and gave her an innocent smile--when the last word she’d ever use to describe Jordan was innocent, especially after last night. “Hair, makeup and your dress are all here. We have an appointment for this morning at th
