Chapter Seventeen
Maddie startled awake. The phone buzzed insistently next to the bed. Flailing for it, she brought it close, checking the time. Seven-thirty. Blake had slipped out and let her sleep. She’d risen early with him the mornings he’d slept on the floor. She couldn’t sleep with him so close, and she hadn’t wanted to come across as a princess. Besides, she was having trouble working at the hospital. Her dad was a big spoiled baby. And early mornings at the Big House were quiet.
The phone buzzed again. Martha. Her heart dropped. Not again? No. The hospital would contact her first if something happened. But what if she’d been asleep?
“Martha? Everything okay?” She couldn’t keep the edge of panic from her voice. Or her heart from banging relentlessly into her ribs.
“Tell me you’r
