Chapter TenBy midnight Alice had convinced herself that she’d imagined the whole thing, especially the line of warmth she could still feel on her cheek.
By one o’clock she was pretty sure she hadn’t, and around two a.m. she decided she’d better be ready in case he actually came for her.
Sometime around three she’d finally passed out for four hours of shuteye.
By ten the next morning she’d dropped a significant portion of her next paycheck on a killer dress and new shoes. That had required a new winter coat to avoid looking totally ridiculous; can’t wear a killer dress with a worn blue parka. She’d had her hair cut just last week, the only reason she didn’t go in and have something drastic done to “fix” herself. Even in the salon, her hair had never behaved, though how she wished it woul
