At last, he let her go and unwound her hands from the chains.
“Put on your dress, Randi. We’ll be having breakfast shortly.
***
While Hector buttered his muffin and ate the frittata, looking as though he were famished, Randi sat at his breakfast table hardly able to eat.
“What? You’re not hungry?” He looked up from his meal to see her still sitting with her hands in her lap.
“I’m too nervous.” Truth was: she was also quite uncomfortable sitting on her hurting behind.
“Really?” Hector looked surprised.
“You think I shouldn’t be?”
“You are what you are, Randi. But I would suggest you get over at least some of that nervousness and eat. It’s not going to poison you.”
She could not suppress the desire to smile.
“Where’s Mike?” she finally managed to say. His conspicuous absence worrie
