Assuming Mark was babbling, Grace just took off his shoes, then threw covers over him. “Guess I'll sleep on the floor."
A knock startled her. “Who now."
A rumpled Zach leaned on her doorway. “Dolores called. Said there was trouble."
“You some knight in shining armor? I'm fine."
She bristled at the idea of someone coming to save her. She'd been saving her own neck for a long time.
“Is this your friend?" Zach indicated the inert form on her bed.
“Yes. At least I know where he is."
“Thought he was in California?" He shifted to lean his shoulder on her door frame. She debated asking him in, but with her bed open she felt vulnerable to him.
“So did I."
“Some friend. He lies, He worries you and now he's had the police here."
“He's just going through something."
“Mm." His hand snake
