Chapter 8
I THREW THE covers off me and shivered in my T-shirt and shorts. Rolling out of bed, I quickly changed into jeans and a long sleeve top. I pulled a warm hoodie over the top and hunted around for a pair of socks. It almost felt like I was back in Idaho. “Damn, I thought LA was supposed to be warm,” I grumbled as I opened the bedroom door.
“Morning, sleepy head,” Roland called from the kitchen. “We thought you were going to sleep all day.”
I looked at the clock on the TV, surprised to see it was almost 11:00 a.m. “Why didn’t you guys wake me?”
Peter stirred something in a pan on the stove. “We figured you earned a good sleep after last night.”
The door opened and Greg came in carrying a bag of groceries. He handed the bag to Roland and came over to me. He still looked tired, b
