"You didn't come to the restaurant for breakfast, you didn't order room service, and no one has seen you since last night."
Bailey looked at Lacey standing in her doorway. The last thing she needed was someone watching her life fall apart.
"And you look like hell," Lacey continued and nudged Bailey aside so she could enter. "At least let me fix you something from the single server in the kitchen. Or maybe I should just give it to you intravenously."
Bailey didn't want to offend her friend, but she wasn't in the mood to see Lacey or anyone else. Except maybe the two people who didn't want to see her. Lacey led her out to the patio and pointed to a chair at the umbrella table.
"Sit. And don't move."
Bailey sat, mostly because she didn't have the whatever to argue. When Lacey handed her
